Fantasy Killing a Queen

[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Drained

Hearing Sybil out yet again, he kept his eyes on her as if expecting more. Yet, she clearly ha nothing else to say. "Hah." After a single chuckle he'd turn his head and look back up towards the roof of the canopy bed. It seemed she was going to take a bit more coaxing to convince over to humanities side. Her species were wicked after all, raised from the beginning with the idea that killing other sentient beings was the only way. They had no artists, and no scholars, as every Siren was fear mongered to be a pawn of their twisted queen. Marquis let out a quiet sigh, before closing his eyes. he wasn't under the covers, or even resting his head on a pillow, but should he move he was sure she'd get fussy. Akin to a cat already curled up and comfortable.

"I guess I'll just have to to hope you don't turn on me once we get you that heart to take out that Queen of yours." He muttered, knowing well she could likely take the place of the all powerful sea witch as she suggested her culture would do. Whoever is the strongest is in charge, right? A barbaric nature expected of a savage species that exists primarily to bring death to outsiders. Of course he had the after thought in his head that if she had both parts of the heart she very well may be more powerful than the current Queen, which is why he'd have to always be mentally prepared to kill her given the chance if things even looked like they may go south. "Hey, Sybil, can you do me a favor?" He muttered, and before she could respond he'd simply ask anyway.

"Can you not kill me in my sleep? I'd really appreciate it."

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Tired

By the time he requested that Sybil not murder him in his sleep, he'd get no response. Her eyes had shut, and her fingers had simply coiled up a bit against his warm skin. Exhaustion had hit her like a wave, crashing over her mind and shutting everything down. The moment they decided to calm down just for a minute and relax on the bed, Sybil had conked out. It was up to debate if she had heard the last few lines he muttered, but it was more likely she hadn't. Though there was about a foot of space between them, her head was still rather close. Her fingers barely twitched against his chest every now and again, as if they could just almost claw their way to his heart. If they just pushed a tiny bit more, they'd find a gush of blood and the warmth they constantly desired.

But alas, they'd simply scrape lightly against his bare skin. That dream was simply that-- A dream. Until her tail was returned, no hearts would be joining her collection. Then again, would any new hearts ever be joining her? She was still cruel by nature, but she had more or less given her word to Marquis minutes ago. It was up to Sybil and Sybil alone to keep her promise to him, and that would be an internal battle she'd surely struggle with. It goes against everything she was taught, and everything she still believed now. But those were the teachings of an old Queen, one that had sat around far too long. When she had her half of the heart, the Queen would be nothing to her. Just another siren to take out, just another bitch to destroy.

Sybil was the Hunter's Queen, and soon she'll be the Siren's Queen. It was only a matter of time.

Though laying there next to Marquis, she was hardly intimidating. Being asleep meant no anger graced her features. In fact, her lips were barely parted as she dozed away, giving her a rather innocent look. Her knees had drawn upward a bit towards her chest, and her head angled downward a bit. It was her first time sleeping ever, and one may say she slept like a baby.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Relaxed

The ocean continued to breath salty, especially since the door to the captains cabin was wide open by the time Sybil actual awoke. Since she was so new to the concept of sleeping, she'd have to learn how to manage her internal clock still. Marquis, and the entirety of the crew, were not only already up but hard at work. The table in the room had be cleared, and instead there was a dumpling breakfast stew with a large glass of water and a small cup of black coffee awaiting her. Not expecting her to have them, it was courtesy to make sure she was properly fed and watered if she were to actually be a functional member of the Songbird.

As for outside, should she venture out, a majority of the crew was leaning on the starboard railing, looking out over it while shouting came from below. Many men just drifting about, the ship itself set anchor and a small sand bank was nearby. Many were already up on the sandy banks, just hanging out after swimming all the way over there, but a good deal of men also were wading in the crystal clear tropical waters they'd sailed out to. They fortunately had no worries of sirens in this part of the sea; do to being able to see so clearly through the waters surface they'd easily be able to see anything coming and properly react in a timely fashion.

Of the men just off the boat and swimming nearby was the captain Marquis himself, using a bar of cedar soap and scrubbing himself down to wash away the grime that'd gathered over the past few days. When in seas like these, the crew took every opportunity they could to have a safe dip and wash away the dust and grease that came with being a sailor. Of course he, and anyone else, would be oblivious to Sybil waking. Alejandro, however, was in the crows nest way above keeping a keen out through a telescope to ensure everyone could enjoy their leisurely time without worry. He had a trusted gaze, and he'd be in the water himself soon enough when Marquis took his place up there.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Shifty

It's never wise to sit up in the nest when a little siren was left to wander about out of sight.

By the time Sybil awoke, a groggy state had shifted over her mind. Sleeping was an entirely new sensation to the siren, even more so than walking. It had come over her like a wave, but she was too tired to resist the blissful slumbers. However, waking up was far less graceful. A startled jolted stirred her awake, but her sudden energy contrasted starkly with the cowl drawn over her mind. Her lips smacked together several times as she felt them stick together, the dry sensation one she was coming to hate. No matter how many times she licked them, her lips remained cracked and dry. It must be her new human body...

Once she had managed to sit up properly, Sybil was careful to rub her eyes clean of any blurriness. Everything about waking up just felt so wrong to her. She was absolutely defenseless when she slept. So was Marquis, and every other human wandering the earth. What if a Siren had decided to sneak around during the night when no one was watching? She'd have to question him on his tactics later, considering none of them had died before to it. Though, that raised of the question of where Marquis was. With an adamant gaze, she scanned over his lavish bedroom. There were several things to take it, but the first she took notice of was the door. Wide-open, it had been properly shut when she first entered the lair. An idiot could figure out this meant Marquis was likely off doing his job, which meant Sybil was now left alone to her own devices.

The next thing she took notice of wasn't by sight, but by the wafting scent. Breezes slipped through the door, causing the strong scent of breakfast to drift over to her. Instantly her stomach growled in reply. If only she could still make that noise. With a rather firm shove, Sybil pushed herself off the bed. Her feet touched down against the cool floor, a tingle instantly rocketing up her spine. It was a shock for sure, but a odd kind that she enjoyed. Pain was still new to her overall. This sort of pain wasn't exactly intolerable, instead grounding her. Reminded her that she had a mission to do, and it's best to start on it as soon as possible. Trying her best to walk silently across the room, she couldn't help wince at the groan and creak of the wood under her toes. Must humans make everything so damn noisy? It's almost like they want to be spotted. Not to mention their ships crashed violently through the waves, as if they didn't mind the possibility of death. Sirens didn't either, though.

At least, she thought they didn't.

Approaching the table of food, Sybil glanced over the items on which she could feast. His muttering comments weren't unheard yesterday, and she figured the oddly shaped metal bits next to the knife were meant for eating. Though by looking at the soup, she couldn't possibly fathom what the three pronged item could be used for. That was clearly meant to be drunk, like the other two glasses there. She'd have to pick an order to slurp it all down, but the suspicious black liquid wasn't tickling her fancy. It looked more or less like poison. Pungent and strong, she decided to avoid the coffee for now and chug down the contents of the water glass. Drops dripped over her as she gulped it all down, but she didn't stop until she was certain there was none left. Licking the remains off her chin, her attention turned to the dumpling stew to only do the same thing. The burning feeling was new on her tongue, and she paused every now and again to chew a dumpling. But once again, the contents were soon empty and she was soon full. Her eyes widened, before a surprised noise left the back of her throat.

She belched.

After the noise ripped it's way free from her gut, Sybil stood there in shock for a few moments. Whatever the hell that was, it was absolutely disgusting. It was the same noise Marquis had made the previous night, and she could feel her whole body shudder over at the thought of it. She was becoming more human by the minute, how revolting. Her lips pressed tightly together to prevent another one from bubbling up, her gaze returned to the deeper parts of the room.

He had left her alone. With his items, and his weapons. A slight grin began to spread across her cheeks, before Sybil scrambled about in the room. Nothing would be untouched, but everything was carefully moved back into place after she examined it.

After about thirty minutes of exploring, the pathway leading to his quarters would creak with a sudden weight. Sybil now stood there, hands placed firmly on her hips. His jacket had been ditched inside, and she now sported one of his many ruffled tops. Though it was a bit big, her bosom filled out the loose front enough to make it fit properly with a bit of lacing. A pair of black pants were tugged on, the ankles rolled up enough so she could walk about without tripping. No shoes or socks were to be found, the siren preferring to go barefoot when she could. Though her hair was still a mess from being unbrushed, it managed to look rather beautiful still as it flowed in the bellowing breeze.

He'd likely have to tell her the concept of personal belongings later. For now, she was marching over to the edge of the Songbird to peer into the water below.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Readied

A few of the crew had taken notice to Sybil, and a few of those select individuals looked clearly disappointed upon seeing her dressed in the captains clothing. The reasoning a mix of wishing she continued her savage spree of trotting around in the nude, but also they now assumed that she and Marquis shacked up the night prior. After all, she was in his room all night and now she came out in his clothing.

As for what other than his clothing she'd find, there would be an assortment of stringed instruments either mounted to the wall or clasped away in leather bound cases to keep them safe. Other than that, there were fine items of monetary value, stuff like paintings, jewelry, vases, silverware, and things of that nature. As for where the gold was kept, well that'd have to remain a mystery as even through her snooping she couldn't find anything that truly stuck out to her. There was however a few locked chests, though none were terribly large. One of the smaller ones was actually in a little case beside the bed, and a key for it was nowhere to be found. Along with that she'd find a saber in a sheath hanging over the edge of a chair nearest a writing desk, and an assortment of mappers tools nearest it. Unless she could read common, it would be no use trying to decipher anything on the desk itself. If she could, however, she'd maybe recognize a few island names and start to piece together that he'd been slowly adding to this map the common places to catch Sirens off guard. It was their hunting routes.

Marquis attention would be caught by a sharp whistle, one of the men alerting him to the fact Sybil was now up. Looking towards the deck, he'd squint to see the shining red locks up above. "Ahoy!" He'd shout, his voice gruff and loud, and soon he'd swim over to the side of the boat and hang onto a long knotted rope. One of the men would pull a lever, and a sandbag would begin to descend from one of the masts and pull Marquis up along the side of the ship. Stopping just at the right height, he'd soon be standing on the railing nearest the Sybil before releasing the rope which soon swayed towards the center mast where the sandbag had dropped. Wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitted shorts that stopped just above his knees, he'd reach up to pull his hair back and out of his face before offering a smile, and cocking his head back over his shoulder while balancing himself on the ships railing. "Mornin', or-" He'd look towards the sky for a moment. "I reckon afternoon, by now. Either way, we're taking a refresher for the next hour before fixin' up lunch. Care for a dip? Waters divine, and no seahags in these crystals. Sharks, but that's what Alejandro is lookin' out for." After gesturing off the ship to suggest she could go down, he'd then point all the way to the top of the crows nest where Alejandro was staring down at the two with an annoyed scowl.

He and the captain shared words this morning, the vice not a big fan of how comfortable Marquis decided to be with Sybil.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Intrigued

The map was something Sybil took notice of almost at once. In fact, she had heard about humans using such things to map out where to travel in the sea. They had no other way to know where they were going. Reading common was too much of a trouble to her, but she could easily see the islands marked out. Her finger travelled to gently rest against an area they had yet to explore. It wouldn't be long before they reached there, and Sybil was suddenly glad she wasn't a siren at the moment.

That was where she used to reside.

They needed to head to land soon enough, so they wouldn't travel to that area luckily. It had the highest concentration of sirens, and even if they were smart, they couldn't possibly take them all on. Then again, they were under the belief they were going to kill the Queen. A sigh escaped her lips, before she turned and left the cabin. She'd have to be careful with what she told him, she knew that already. If he knew too much...She just didn't trust him yet. The feeling was mutual between them, and they both knew it. They weren't idiots.

As Marquis began to pull himself back onto the ship, Sybil had tilted her head back to let the warmth of the sun bask over her skin. Her long locks of hair brushed against the deck as she did, but that hardly seemed to be a concern for her. Instead, she spread her arms wide to capture as much sunlight as she could. It was rare she ever got to take to the surface of the water, and she mostly hunted at night. Some sirens enjoyed sunbathing, but that made them vulnerable for several hours. Sybil wasn't one to let her guard down, ever. But Marquis insisted she trust the men on this ship, and the first time was at least allowing herself to relax a bit.

When the Captain himself finally pulled his large frame back onto the ship, Sybil cracked open an eye to peer at him. The intensity of the blue hue was dulled a bit in the sunlight, making it an overall brighter tone. Her lips smacked together once, then twice. Of course he was nearly nude. It was frankly disgusting that men grew hair everywhere. There's simply no need for it on your chest!

"I would need assistance if I wanted to swim again. Humans legs are awful for the act, and I only know the proper way to do so," she said casually, her bare feet creaking on the floorboards as she moved over completely to the ledge. Leaning over the side, she peered into the crystal clear waters below. Perhaps the water was actually warm here.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Eager

Looking down to Sybil as she stared off the edge of the ship, Marquis began to wonder just how different swimming was for the two species. With humans, you relied a lot on your arms for actually moving and your legs just to stay afloat. For sirens, they had long powerful tails with fins to help with actually moving them through the water and direction control. In fact, very little of their swimming had anything to do with their arms. In a sense, this swimming experience was bound to be entirely different, and he could see why she was hesitant to get back in.

Though that didn't stop him from having a little fun with her. "Aww, and I never woulda guessed I'd be teachin' a fish how to swim." He joked, his body thudding loudly on the deck after hopping down. "Though, I'm not entirely sure we even have any life vests. Maybe we can get a-"

"Cap'n, I use a vest as a pillow, if ya'd like that." One of the men spoke up, getting an odd look from all his crew mates and the captain alike. "Why don't you have a pillow?" Marquis soon asked with a confused tone of voice, though before the man could answer he'd simply groan and wave him off to go get it. "Okay, so I guess that takes care of the risk of you drowning." He finally murmured, walking to stand directly beside her. "Once we get a vest on you, we can lower you in. The water is nice here, warm and comforting. I'll even lend you some lather to help clean that knot on the top of your head you got." He finally offered, reaching in one of his shorts pockets and removing an odd brick of fresh smelling oils. That very brick being soap, likely a thing she'd never encountered before. While bathing in the sea wasn't ideal, it was better than nothing.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Curious

Her tongue darted out to run along her lips at the mention of a vest, before she shook her head a bit. She had already swallowed her pride and asked for assistance to swim, but now they wanted her to dress up too? They really were trying to make a fool out of her, weren't they? Her arms had already lowered previously when she approached the side of the boat, but now they took up a crossed position. She might of agreed to play nice, but that just meant she wasn't going to murder them all in her sleep. An annoyed huff left the back of her throat, before she angled her head back to glare up at him. The look wasn't as sharp as she hoped, given the necessity for her to squint in the harsh sunlight.

"I am certain once I learn how to make these useless legs become practical in the water, I will not need any more of your help. Do not pride yourself on helping me learn, you should be thankful I do not have a tail," she said in a chiding tone, before lowering her gaze back to the waters below. His comment about her hair didn't go unnoticed, and soon her arms loosened so her hands could grab a large lock of hair. Knots were already starting to form-- And for good reasons too. There was never any need to brush her hair under the water, but with the wind constantly whipping around her, the long hair found itself tangling itself up. She wasn't exactly sure how to rid her lovely hair of all the knots, but something else had already caught her attention.

Turning her gaze over to the soap, her slim brows furrowed together at the sight of it. It smelled akin to the food he had already offered her, and before he could warn, she snagged the block from his gruff hands. The block was raised up to her mouth, before her lips parted and she licked the sudsy item. Some crew members could only wish they were that piece of soap in the very moment.

The entertaining part came next. The second the taste settled on her tongue, Sybil visibly recoiled away from the soap. It clattered to the deck, and she leaned to the side to rapidly start spitting. A retching sound was heard next, but she was careful not to lose her lunch. Throwing up was something she dared not experience.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Humored

Seeing the girl pout up at him with her arms crossed over the loose fitted top she wore brought a playful grin to the captains face, looking down to her with the utmost interest. A look that changed to surprise as she took the soap from him, and when he'd expected her to simply sniff it his mouth would hang agape with shock as her tongue trailed across its surface. An immediate grime coated her tongue, a film that slickened and coated her mouth and left it slick and slimy. The taste of course not fading even as she spat out over the waters, and while she tried to rid the taste from her mouth Marquis would stifle his own laughter while those who saw it began hooting and hollering, those who missed it having what happened explained only to start laughing themselves.

It's only after a few moments that Marquis would be by her side, and with a wineskin open he'd hold it up to her mouth. Sure, she hadn't been much for drinking fresh water yet so maybe giving her a few swings of sweetened plum wine wasn't the best idea, but it would certainly rid the taste of soap from her mouth. The aftertaste from the tang of alcohol now would be what lingered, but at least this taste wouldn't stick around or leave a film on the inside of her mouth. "Havin' you on board reminds me why we never got a dog or bilge cat." He said between his laughter, though likely naming both animals and areas on the ship she knew nothing about. The reason for saying it was because he nor the ship was really suitable for the uninformed, as a dog would likely go overboard and a cat would likely be crushed by cargo. When it came to rough and tumble, this was a fine example of a ship.

It's about now that the life vest was brought up, a bright orange padded top that buckled on the front in the similar way a belt did. It didn't look clean, but it was certainly buoyant. Taking it from one of the crew members, and handing off the wine to anyone who took it, Marquis would get Sybils attention. "Aiight, look here Miss Sybil." His gruff words were intended to catch her attention, and if they didn't his large hands would simply move her to face him. It's then that he'd go through the motions of putting on the life vest, giving her an idea of how to wear it. "Okay so, once you have it on, your top half will float so you won't have to worry about drowning. Then you'll be able to get the hang of swimming, and once you do, you can take it off and just leave it floating around in case you need it again." Once it was on, and strapped to himself, he'd then remove it for her to see. Only then would he hand it over, and if she looked like she was struggling, he'd even help her get it on. Especially if it looked like she was about to strip first to put it on, he'd definitely stop her before that got too far.

Of course, the fun bit only came after she was ready.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Disgusted

It was almost impressive how much of the wine she chugged down to rid her mouth of the taste, her fingers coiling around his wrist to prevent him from pulling away. The skin even began to suck inward due to her rapid drinking, a bit of light pink substance dripping down her chin. Only when she pulled back from the pouch did a gasp sound, the hit of it all seeming to hit her at once. Surely it couldn't intoxicate her that fast...Could it? Her head shook clear to remove the dazed look from her face, before she bent over to grasp the soap off the ground. With one fluid motion, it was chucked to one of the hollering men. Smacking him clean in the forehead, more hooting arose from his stumbling steps backward. A bit of satisfaction crossed over her features, but the rosy hue barely forming over her cheeks was no mistake. She'd be drunk soon enough.

Her attention was snapped back to Marquis, and another grumble left the back of throat. "I do not know what either of those are. However, I am taking that as an insult," she replied, her arms once again crossing. Jutting her hip a bit to one side, she just gazed up at him. Sending her out to swim in this condition wouldn't be the wisest idea, but she seemed fairly headstrong about it already. They both knew just how difficult it was to set her off-course when she was determined to achieve something. Her eyes hazily watched the movements of his hands as he slipped the vest on, before it was once again removed and offered to her.

She scoffed. "This thing is hideous. Do not you have anything remotely attractive on this ship besides me?" As she tossed out both the insult and compliment, the vest was soon strapped over her bosom. The belt-like strap was tightened, and she returned her gaze to him.

"Well?"

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Playful

Watching with a slowly growing smirk as she guzzled away at the wine skin, Marquis finally gave a nervous chuckle as she crossed her arms and exclaimed her ignorance as to what a dog or a cat is. She was half right, as the comment was definitely mean spirited but only because he was insinuating she was innocent. Something she would certainly protest and present a case of her body count to protect her own pride. Though, even if she had killed scores of men, it didn't stop the captain from seeing her as innocent and naive.

"You wound me, Sybil. Myself and all these handsome men aboard this ship aren't attractive enough for ye'?" He'd tease, knowing well she'd probably pride herself on snapping back an insult. Of course he was more or less hand feeding them to her at this point, giving her what he knew she liked. That being the opportunity to be harmlessly mean. Any sense of power she could have, right?

It's only once she was fully buckled in that Marquis gave her a quick look over. "Yeah, maybe orange isn't your color." He'd taunt with a low laughter, a few other men chuckling in turn. One of which still rubbing his soap stained forehead but also joining in the now gathered crowed. "Either way. You seem ready enough." With a slight grunt, he'd grab onto the rigging of the ship and pull himself back up to the vessels railing, standing there for a moment and looking down. It was a pretty far drop to the water, though not enough to kill man. "The important part is making sure you cut through the waters surface, if your chest or back hits it'll hurt a lot." Marquis began to explain. "Make sure you hold your breath until you're above water, we can't breath the stuff and it burns like hell. Don't drink it, either." More details he felt were important.

"But the most important thing to remember..." A certain seriousness in his tone, a few men hushing as Marquis brows furrowed when staring down. "Is to make a big splash." With that the men hooted out, and one even stumbled forward to try and push the captain in after his little joke. Marquis naturally swung on the rigging as if he were a professional at brachiation, only to use his free hand to grab the man by the back of the collar and toss him overboard, eliciting more laughter from the crew that'd gathered.

Immediately after, now facing the deck, he'd flash a wink to Sybil before jumping backwards into a flip. Curling his arms around his tucked in legs, he'd shout "Canon ball!" before crashing into the water below. A big splash of water coming up, only to have the waters surface still yet again. If she was looking over, she'd see him under just swimming towards the surface again, soon enough breaching and looking up expectantly.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Giddy

The laughter was slowly becoming a warm buzz to her ears, opposed to how she normally perceived it. It was akin to the film of the soap on her tongue. A hazy shade was settling her vision, and a moment of confusion passed over her features at the rush of dizziness that graced her legs. Not only was it her first time drinking-- She had guzzled down far too much at once. Marquis was likely used to seeing men in drunken stupors before, and she was tottering on the edge of making a fool of herself.

Sybil, on the other hand, was starting to feel great. His teases and insults passed through both ears, but she hardly processed them. What was this warm feeling in her gut? A certain sort of giddiness was starting in her fingers and toes, spreading up her body in a nice tingle. The most shocking thing happened next, something Marquis likely never saw coming. Though she had only been with the crew for a short amount of time, her attitude was well-established. Smiles were never flashed, only wicked grins and smirks. Laughter wasn't even on the table, considering the fact Sybil likely never dabbled in humor that didn't result in the death of someone. So when she parted her lips, the oddest sound arose.

Sybil began to laugh at his jokes.

The laughter was airy and light at first, the sound melodious in comparison to the gruff gawks of the men he was constantly surrounded by. It soon however became thicker and louder. Her cheeks were turning a unique shade of pink, one hand reached up to press against her gut. Of course, the vest was in the way, but she didn't seem to care as laughter spilled out from her drunken lips. She especially began to laugh harder when the fellow crew member was tossed off into the water. She was bent over a bit, her eyes squeezing shut as the noise continued to bubble free. What was she doing? Only humans laughed like this, it wasn't natural for a siren to make such a noise. Yet...It felt amazing to her. Everything was funny, even the faces of the men closing in around her as they encouraged her to jump off the edge of the boat.

When one gave her a light push towards the railing, she didn't turn and claw or hiss. Her body stumbled forward, and she was soon drunkenly pulling herself up onto the railing. Her knees knocked together as she stood straight. Had Marquis said to fall flat on her back? Surely he mentioned it.

Turning her back to him in the water, one leg kicked forward and she tilted backwards. Her arms spread to the side, her hair whipping upward and around her like a whirlpool. It was lovely sight for a few seconds. She turned in the air, and something considerably bad happened. She had loosened up the vest, and it floated away from her as she fell. Her body rotated at a certain angle, so at least she didn't slam into the water on her back.

A loud splash sounded as Sybil hit the water, her body instantly moving to sink under the crystal waves.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Fearful

"Oh sh-" Marquis was quick to dive, the moment he saw her falling he knew something bad was happening. At first it looked as though she'd flop, which would definitely hurt like hell and ruin any semblance of feeling good she may have. Though stupidly, she removed the vest. The buckle was undone, and moments before impact it was in the air only to land directly where she'd splashed. Marquis on the other hand was already under, his legs moving akin to that of a Sirens as his arms spread wide with heavy breast strokes to propel himself through the crystal waves.

She couldn't die here, not like this. She was a Siren, and to die under the waves would be a shameful end. Along with that, she had yet to tell them where to find the queen or the last half of this stolen heart.

While swimming down and following the trail of bubbles, he'd reach out to take whatever part of Sybil he could grab. Attempting to pull her up and into himself, his legs would kick as he turned to face the surface so he may bring her up. The water was likely warm to her, the slight numbness of her side tingling after its impact she'd put it through. Yet, at least it was warm. If she was able to focus, she'd realize before Marquis actually breached the water he was actually holding her very close. One arm around her waist, while the other was pressed firmly over her mouth and nose, as if trying to ensure she didn't breath in any water.

Though the warm sun rays would be felt soon enough. Breaching up directly beside the hideous orange vest, Marquis would reach out to grab it and use it to help him stay afloat while holding her and treading water. He was an excellent swimmer, and strong enough to keep her and himself up especially with the added buoyancy. Though now simply holding her with his hand on the small of her back, she would see him staring down at her with a worried look on his face. His words likely drown out still, but eventually she may start to hear his call.

"Sybil, hey - Hey, you with me?" He barked sounding almost angry, but really he was projecting his worry the only way he could. By now a rope had been thrown overboard, and he'd start treading over to it. Of course Marquis had no way of knowing she would be that drunk, but she was a tiny girl who'd never tasted ale before. Traveling among sailors definitely skewed his perspective and expectations.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Disoriented

There was something familiar about the sudden rush of water all around her.

The impact robbed the bubbly feeling from her entire body, her lips automatically parting as water circled around her. It was only instinct at this point, her drunken state leaving her unable to recall she was human now. She willingly let the salty water flood into her mouth and into her lungs. Her eyes parted to see through the crystal clear water, but only found the sting of salt greeting her.

It wasn't right.

Pain instantly rocketed through her body as the water invaded her body. Water instead of air now filled with lungs, and her eyes were burning more than they had before. All she wanted to do was spit and hack up anything inside of her now, but parting her lips only let more and more water in. Worse of all, her entire side felt numb and useless. Her arm was floating above her head, her fingers splayed as if to grasp at the disoriented reflection of the ship above. Shadows filtered into the corner of her vision, but surely that was the grasp of unconsciousness taking her over. What had happened to her? Everything still felt fuzzy along the edges, still giddy and happy. She was drowning-- Was that it? Humans must be so confused when they die in the sea. The pain and pleasure mixed together, resulting in a bitter sweet sting in her heart and lungs.

She shut her eyes.

When Marquis grasped her outstretched arm and yanked her upward, Sybil was barely reacting. Too much water had flooded into her throat, though his hand prevented any more huge gulps from slipping through. She had been floating downward steadily, her hair blossomed around her like a deadly flower. Like blood. As more hunters became relevant, they traded names of sirens that had become infamous. Some with golden hair and silver fangs.

One in particular, however, was known for her hair like blood. Some say it was stained because of how many men she had killed. It was a siren Marquis was likely all too familiar with. After all, she was the one that should be his highest concern. The siren that specifically targeted hunters, who didn't balk at the thought of possible death. The Hunter's Queen.

And in the moment, as she floated there, her hair looked all too much like the rumor.

The illusion was snapped once Marquis broke the water, a sudden gasp sounding from Sybil as she began to sputter water out. His words weren't heard at first as her head turned to the side, water dripping from her lips as she continued to cough and heave. She was acutely aware of his grasp on her. How his hand was held on the small of her back. When her head finally turned to face his, she almost paled at how close he was. With red-rimmed eyes, she just opened her lips to spit out more water and groan.

She was still drunk.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Wary

Once her eyes were finally on him, he'd give a worried sigh as his own chestnut gaze shut. "Damn it, you dumbass." He'd almost growl the words, but as for who they were directed to was unclear. The reality of it was he was actually scolding himself, just now catching on to the fact the lass had likely no idea what was actually going on. She hadn't heard a damn word he'd say, his helpful guide on how to not drown falling on the deaf ears of a drunken girl. Little did he know at the time.

"Alright. Swim time is over, we're going back up." He finally said, his left hand grabbing at the rope that was lowered down only to wrap it around his own wrist and give a tug. It's as they began to escalate back towards the deck that Marquis would tighten his hold around her waist, making sure to not drop her as they quickly ascended. Once his foot touched the railing, he'd step down and in that motion lightly gesture for Sybil to find her own footing. "Hey, Sharky, can you stand?" He finally asked, and as he did another man would bring over a towel. Another offering to get some water, and another suggesting she lay down. Likely foreign to her, and definitely unexpected what with how rude she's been since she'd arrived, but it seemed there was some general worry amongst the crew for her safety. Sure, they didn't trust her quite yet, but this was the first chance they'd had to collectively dote over something or someone.

Marquis however wasn't yet going to let her go. Instead, unwrapping his hand from the rope he'd be ready to catch her the moment she tried to step away, worried the salt in her lungs may sting just enough to bring her toppling down to the deck any moment. Her gorgeous blue eyes now red from the salty waters getting in them, he knew well she was likely aching all over from that endeavor. Not a man on board was a stranger to drowning, so she had their sympathy. Lest they remember she was a Siren and has drown many a man.

Of course, the little details of her appearance under the waves weren't totally unnoticed. He found it peculiar that she had red hair the moment they'd brought her on board. The rumors were known, especially to a crew of Siren hunters as notorious as the Songbird. She was the one they were supposed to pride themselves in killing above all others, unless they got their hands on the Queen herself. It hadn't dawned on him yet that she just happened to not only share the rumored appearance of the Hunters Queen, but was that very killer. After all, why would such a useful tool of the Queen be cast out like this? Wasn't she too valuable among her people?

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Dazed

His growling curse was heard, but her head simply tilted backwards. Her hair had been slicked back by the breach, the color now a deep russet. Droplets of water had collected on her cheek, giving off the appearance she was perhaps crying. Little crystals on her face, matched with the red-rimmed eyes...

But there's simply no way Sybil would ever cry. It wasn't something she'd ever do again. The single time she cried, no one knew. The ocean swallowed up any tears that slipped from her eyes, carrying them away in the currents. Stories were told that the tears of siren could make one immune to their song, or heal any injury they were dripped onto. Eternal youth, riches and endless sex, you name it. Their tears could do it all.

But truth be told, they were just as salty as humans. Some many even suggest a bit more.

As they were tugged up from the water, her body tilted backwards fully. She was akin to a dead body, her hair dripping behind her at it's impossibly long length. It was like the night he had originally tugged her nude body from the cold currents. Some artists would pay and beg to paint the moment, the rugged pirate pulling the helpless woman from the waters below. She was weak, and in a desperate need of a rescuer. If only they knew she likely had a higher body count than him. All with her bare hands, too.

By the time his feet touched down on the deck, her body rolled forward against his chest with another groan. A drunken cough and stutter followed as she shook against him, the full affect of the near drowning experience now crashing down on her. It wasn't pain mixed with pleasure. It was painful, and it left every limb quaking and weak. Still, her brought up her arms to grasp at his skin. Her sharp nails instantly dug into his skin in an attempt to hold him tightly, her legs still knocking against each other. Even if the men were doting over her and her wellbeing, she hated it. This was the type of treatment weaklings received. That's what they were taught. That if someone had to support her like this, she'd never survive in the world. Wasn't it true?

But her drunk and weary state, all she could do was cling to Marquis in a hope of not collapsing on the deck.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Concerned

"Alright, shows over. Off with you lot." Marquis barked in response to the crowding men, only to give a slight wince at the sting of her nails that soon followed. Reaching out, still holding her close, he'd take the towel that was being offered. In the next moments he'd start wrapping it around her shoulders even though the sun was doing a fine job keeping them warm and drying them off. He himself was still dripping wet, but with her hair the way it was it'd be a full day before it was dry.

"Okay, Sybil. You've clearly had enough excitement for the morning." He'd grumble, and once the towel was around her she'd feel his body lower, only to soon feel herself off her feet again. Making sure she wouldn't have to struggle anymore with the simple task of standing, she'd be hoisted off the ground and brought towards the very room she'd recently left. Kicking the door shut, they'd be out of the sun and back in the bedroom. It's there that he'd set her down in one of the chairs, only to then remove the towel from her shoulders. "You clearly don't know how to handle the wine yet." He mused, figuring this the reason for her abrupt change. Sure, it brought out her positive emotions but also her recklessness considering how she'd almost offed herself.

Taking a moment to dry her eyes and face, he'd then start gathering her hair up. Letting out a quiet scoff, knowing well he couldn't wrap it up like this without needing to cut pieces off once it dried again, he'd stand and start walking away. "Water on the table, it's fresh. No salt, drink that." He'd say with a demanding tone, only to pause and look towards her as he thought for a moment. "Please. It'll make you feel better." With that, he'd continue on towards an armoire in the bedroom. Going through one of the drawers, he'd take a few minutes finding a coarse bristled brush, only to soon return with it.

Setting the brush on the table before her, he'd stand behind her for a moment. "Is..." Pausing, his words caught in his mouth for a moment, he'd clear his throat and find his confidence again. "Is it alright if I undress you out of these wet clothes?" He asked, his voice suddenly quieter than before. He didn't want to make it sound as if he were worried, but with the progress she seemed to be making it couldn't be helped.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Exhausted

Her soft sigh of relief was the only indication of her grateful nature when he lifted her off her feet. Her throat was too sore for words, and she wasn't even sure she'd be able to say them properly. Drunk or not, was she even able to pronounce the words 'Thank you?' There was no direct translation in her language for the word 'thank.' She had heard humans utter the phrase to each other, or say it randomly in passing when she swam next to their ships. It had confused her at first, but she needed to learn their language for the sake of her song. In the end, she never ended up using the word in any of her lyrics. It felt wrong.

It felt like it didn't belong to her.

Letting Marquis carry into the room, her head simply lolled forward lazily. Even if she was in pain from her little dive, the alcohol had a magic way of numbing the edges. She didn't feel too great, but she didn't feel all too bad either. Even with the ache in her throat, a grumbling laugh clawed from her lips at his casual mention at her inability to handle wine. It was true, she couldn't handle it! Had he always been this funny? She couldn't recall the last time she had actually laughed. The rolling giggle continued as he began to dry her face off, the sound a bit muffled as the towel passed over her visage. At least Marquis knew now she did find things funny, and she was able to actually laugh. It was just locked away behind booze. Lots and lots of booze.

After he stepped away with the intention of getting a brush for her long locks of hair, Sybil heeded his instructions and gulped down several large mouthfuls of fresh water. The coffee was still untouched, but even in her drunken state, she still wanted nothing to do with it. Vile, vile liquid. Once the water was emptied from the container, Marquis had returned to stand behind her. His question was then softly asked. He sounded a bit nervous, but who was she to judge? Maybe she was just hearing things.

"I do not mind being undressed, I rather hate clothes. I would go around nude all the time if I could, you know..." She muttered out, leaning her head back to gaze at him. "It is a shame humans are always covered. I rather like males. Do you?"

Oh yes, she was still intoxicated. She'd never say these things sober.

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Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Resolute

Thank god he was soaking wet, or she'd be able to see him sweating. Looking down at her as she turned her head back to stare up at him with those glossed over blue eyes he couldn't help but feel them pierce him and any toughness he wore. A quiet chuckle followed, a nervous attempt at deflecting a thought that came to mind. "I ain't the type to enjoy the look of another mans body, but I don't judge those who do." He said, sharing his 'to each their own' view with her. He'd doubt that she even knew what sexuality was, let alone sex in general.

It's then that he'd decide to just get it over with, taking a moment to walk before her only to drop down to a knee just before her legs. "I do however find beauty in a woman's form." Marquis said softly, making sure to watch his own hands as he reached out with unsteady fingers to find the hem of her pants - Pants which rightfully belonged to him. It's then he'd begin to wiggle them down her hips, helping her out of them while having to look up to meet her own gaze lest his eyes wander. It seems for a pirate he's also a gentleman. One who'd never take advantage of a drunken woman, even if she didn't understand such actions when sober. "Soft fair skin, long hair, and a sleek figure that's plump in all the right places." A slight smirk now began to tug at the corners of his lips, unknown to her that he was more or less describing her.

Once his fingertips finished dragging down her outer thighs and down her legs, he'd finish taking off her pants only to leave the wet hump of fabric to the side. Once that was done, he'd stand up and let out a shaky exhale. It took a lot to keep his eyes from wandering, but his self control and willpower had to be strong when his day to day involved dealing with Sirens. "Arms up, Sybil." He'd say, and once she did what he requested she'd be free of the shirt as well; The top tossed to join the pants on the floor moments after. It's then that she may notice he was looking slightly over her, during which time he'd move back to stand behind her.

With his hands both coming out, she may feel his fingers burrow deep into her hair only to dredge his fingertips over her scalp. Combing the locks lightly as to not snag any knots, she'd hear his breath pick up yet again, unknown to both of them he'd been holding it. "So, I'm going to start brushing your hair before we wrap it up. Would be easier to just cut it, but I don't think either of us want that." He'd admit, always a fan of long haired dames. Really gave them that elegant look, while also giving him more to hold onto. It's only after he'd pulled it all over the back of the chair that his hands would leave her hair, and a quiet squishing sound began as he started soaking a brush in some citrus scented oil. A sound that was drowned out by a whistling noise, Marquis now beginning to whistle a little song from his youth for her to fill any silence. Though, he was also open to conversing.

A moment after his song begun, she'd feel the bristles of the brush dig down to her roots, only to start pulling back and oiling up and straightening her hair yet again. With the amount of oil he was using, it would start to smell like an orange orchard in no time in the entirety of the cabin. Along with that, her hair would now always look wet with how greased up it was going to be. Needless to say, considering how much hair she had he was being very generous with product.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Relaxed

Her head slowly rolled forward once he walked around, her absolute gaze locked onto his. His rough fingers slowly curled around the hem of his pants, the calloused pads felt brushing against her own soft skin. Her lips lips slowly curled into a small 'O,' but no sound arose. He didn't need to be reminded such a touch was foreign to her. The drunken look on her face had mellowed out to a somber gaze, and her tongue lolled out from her mouth to drag across her now dry lips. A salve would do her well, but she'd likely never ask for such a thing on her. She didn't even know such a solution existed to her cracked and dried lips. Her voice was rather soft when she spoke, the rasp that cusped at the end of her words the only indication of her little incident now.

"Many sirens long for the embrace of anyone. Man or woman, it does not matter. It was said that they used to take lovers under the waves for comfort, never realizing that they could not survive. I used to think it was romantic. But what do I know about such a thing? I have learned real romance is nothing like that, and is it fathering than anything I could understand," she spoke slowly as he wiggled the sopping wet pants off of her. It seems Sybil did know what romance could be, but she didn't have a true understanding of it. Romance was pulling men under the water to their doom, under the guise of love and comfort. Even if the man didn't want to go, even if he didn't truly love the siren. They always took what they want, and taught not to regret.

Based on the look in her eyes, though, it seemed Sybil had some regret. Whether it was because she foolishly let herself believe in the notion of romance for some time, or the fact that she'd never achieve such feelings again. It was hard to tell.

Despite the fact he was having a hard time controlling his breathing, Sybil hardly seemed to care. Why should she? The concept of nudity clearly wasn't as important to her as it was to humans, given the environment she had grown up in. Her arms easily raised up with his request, before she let out another exhale to fully relax back into the chair. It was upon feeling his fingers lightly tug through her hair, that she fully tilted her head back with his movements. A lot groan left the back of her throat, as if a knot of tension had just been unravelled. Anytime she lightly snagged her hair, pain had slipped up into her scalp. Now, it felt nice to have some of the tension relived. Her eyes shut, and she was silent for a while as he began to softly whistle and brush out her long hair.

However, her lips soon parted in her inebriated state, and she began to gently sing. No magic laced the delicate words, but her voice was almost magical in its own sense. It was a bit deeper than one would expect, but the words were delivered softly. It was just as mysterious as when sirens rolled through the fog towards an unsuspecting ship.

"Upon one summer's morning,
I carelessly did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again."

Her head carefully rolled to the side to move with the brush, the song gently continuing. Many men didn't get past the first part, already leaping from the ship into the dark waters below.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me,
But my jolly sailor bold."

Spoiler: Jolly Sailor Bold

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Frustrated

What sailor didn't know that song? It's only because of his familiarity with it that his whistling would make a very quiet undertone for the words she sung, not wanting to overpower the lyrics in the slightest. Her voice, while not magical, certainly had a power behind it. One that he dare not spoil. In fact, he'd even pause in his brushing at the beginning to see if he'd be seduced by the song itself, but instead he simply found himself enamored in a natural way. Even without the tail, she still brandished a lovely singing voice.

Once the song was done, he'd be a few strokes shy of finishing with her hair. The oil creating a sheen glare in her crimson hair, hair that spilled down her back like a waterfall of blood now that it glimmered in the dim light that spilled from outside. "I know you're probably used to hearing this, but Sybil, you have a beautiful singing voice." Marquis muttered only once she'd finished, finally finishing his last stroke of her long hair that now looked as if it very well was liquid on its own. "I also assume you didn't put a spell on me just then, because I feel just as I did before. Sorta." While speaking, he'd start to wind her hair up and make a very very large bun on the top back of her hair. Once done, he'd reach for the table and take one of the spoons from beside a plate. Immediately after sticking it in the bun, he'd move his hand and take a step back. "Alright, don't touch that for a while. I have some oriental sticks in some chest somewhere, I'll find those for later. I suppose when we make port we should pick you up some proper hair care stuff, as well as your own clothing."

Giving a quiet huff, he'd bring his arms up and cross them over his chest, suddenly starting to realize all the annoying aspects that came with having a woman on a ship. "For the record, your belief on romance isn't that wrong. It's a very human feeling to want to be loved, I guess. It's one of the things we're best at, I guess." Marquis said with a tsk soon following, he himself not being a big fan of the mushier aspects of life. His idea of an afternoon with a woman involved exchanging goods for services at one of the many port towns the ship regularly stopped at. He should consider himself lucky he hadn't caught anything yet...

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Calm

Her voice was a gentle lullaby that rocked the cabin, the sounds of the men outside seeming to fade away. Even if she had no supernatural charm to her words, there was still something inhuman about it. It was too perfect-- There were no wavers in her voice, no little hiccups. Humans girls could only dream to sing like a siren, to captivate a room as easily as Marquis became enamored with her voice. Here he was, likely the only man in the world at the moment to fully hear the song of a siren and survive. He even gently assisted, his whistle mixing delicately with the tune itself. There was no way Sybil could ever possibly sing in public.

Everyone would know what she was instantly. Even if there was no charm to her lyrics, no magical pull, they'd still butcher her on the spot. Were they so wrong to do that, though? Surely she wanted them all dead too. Surely...

Once the song had finished and Marquis pulled the final stroke through her hair, Sybil had shut her eyes. She was still shivering a bit, now sitting in the nude. Bits of water still clung to her pale stomach, rolling down onto her thighs as she shifted forward. The bun was now heavy on her head, and it took far too much willpower for the young woman to not reach up and adjust it. He was speaking a bit of nonsense to her, saying things like oriental and chest. Did he also keep the ribs of humans around to store items inside? They'd have something in common.

When she heard him 'tsk' after his comment about romance, Sybil slowly turned in the chair. Bracing herself on her knees now, her elbows would lean on the back of the seat. It'd tip forward towards him a bit, but never fully over to make her crash down. Her gaze was half-lidded as she stared up at him, as if under the affects of her own song.

"You sound like you do not like romance. Tell me, have you loved before?" She asked in a low voice, the chair tottering carefully on two legs now. The drunken state allowed Sybil to freely express very repressed emotions, topics she hated to talk about. Things she was conditioned to hate.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Irritated

Looking to the girl with a bewildered expression, his surprise soon shifted to discomfort as he happened to look a little too down at her. "Careful to not fall." He'd mutter, totally averting his eyes from her and looking towards the mirror above the mapping desk. Taking a moment to think over her words, an annoyed groan soon followed - Almost as if he were pouting some. "No." He finally said, his arms uncrossing and a slight shrugging gesture was offered with both hands. Looking at his own reflection as he did, he couldn't help but notice he was still only in his wet shorts. While she balanced nude upon a wooden chair. "I thought I was, once, but I was young. My only love is the sea, and the fruit it bares." An expression, mainly from how lucrative his life on the ocean has been. Along with that, he'd recently plucked a rather interesting treasure from the waves just recently.

Walking then over to the desk, he'd take a moment to open a drawer and pull out another wine skin. This one his own, he'd pull the rubber cork out and take a few long swigs of the apricot ale within. Giving a harsh exhale before capping it again, he'd simply drop it to the desk and look back into the reflection. "I'm always on the move. I travel place to place, with months between ever going to a land I'd been before. That, and the fact that the sea is no place for a normal lady, I've yet to actually find someone worth loving." The way he spoke made him sound almost bitter, as if he'd come to terms with his fate of skipping out on opportunity because he decided his duty was more important. The Songbird needed him, after all.

"I'm going to change, turn ar- Ah, you don't give a damn, why should I." He'd grumble, the topic of love having clearly struck a chord considering how rough his voice had gotten. While once a bit nervous sounding given her current appearance, and the captivating song she'd just sung, Marquis now seemed rather irritated. That, and soon he was rather naked. Simply dropping trow, where he stood, he'd confidently, and with good reason, head back to the armoire only to open it up and begin riffling through its contents. Another pair of woven shorts and a loose top were pulled out, and over the next minute he'd simply start to get dressed. Spritzing himself with something in a clear bottle before putting it back in the underwear drawer he'd gotten it from. Fine perfume that smelled of vanilla and plum, one of the treasures he'd acquired during the songbirds travels. Marquis wasn't a killer like her, but he was a thief.

While changing he couldn't help but wonder just where Sybil got her ideas of romance. There were no male sirens, so just how did they go about procreating? Was the Queen their mother, akin to a hive of really dangerous underwater bees? Surely she had no idea what the human body even signified, or the potential behind her very own new features.

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[calypso]

Sybil

Mention: Early

Mood: Curious

A sort of amused look overtook her features as he muttered and groaned about his love live, the chair rocking back onto all four legs. She'd remain on her knees, only moving to tilt her cheek forward and to the side. This allowed her to rest it against the chair back, her eyes following him as he walked. Even in her current condition, she could fit two and two together. Humans were rather fickle things. They didn't live short enough lives to have the only option of loving one person, but instead enjoyed longevity. Feelings changed, and so did people. That left the question of who changed-- The girl he loved, or he himself? Judging from his attempts to justify the reasoning behind his poor love-life, she could only assume he changed.

But humans were always rather exciting and surprising.

Her tongue drew across her lips, before her voice arose again. It still held faint notes of the melody, traces of the song that stole the lives of hundreds, if not thousands. "Am I a normal lady, Marquis?" It was a question they both knew the answer to. To the normal woman, she'd be horrifying. She was a murderer, she had no decency, she slept next to a pirate who had pinned her down only a day before and threatened to kill her. She'd rather spend her times constantly on the sea, the salty winds burning her throat in a pleasant sting. It was home to her.

When he dropped his briefs, Sybil made no attempt to hide where her gaze wandered. As he said before, she didn't care. Still, it was a rather ugly add on. Terribly inconvenient. A snort of laughter followed, as if she found the concept of reproductive organs funny. Almost like a schoolchild. The chair creaked as she got to her feet, tottering for a good second or two before she began to walk over to him. Still nude, she opened his underwear drawer right back up to smell the perfume. After getting a good whiff, her head turned to the side. A pressure was felt as she moved her face against his side, openly inhaling the plum and vanilla scent that now graced his skin and clothes. It was so different from the scents she was used to. Unique and soft, she didn't want to pull away.

How long could Marquis last with a woman like her? Boundaries didn't exist, but there was never any intention behind her actions. She moved on instinct. If she liked the smell of something, she smelled it. If she wanted to taste it, she did so too. Human interaction was just too formal for her taste. Sybil was everything society hated to see in a woman.

It made her all the more entertaining, however.

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[Early]

Marquis Emanuel

Mention: calypso
Mood: Unaware

The man had a whole new reason in his life to be frustrated. A cuddle friendly, yet aggressive and violent, while also beautiful girl shared his bed. A creature with a kill count well beyond his own now lurked in his cabin, and was quickly becoming adorned by the rest of the crew. Save for Alejandro, who wanted little to no part of her being on board, let alone in the captains cabin. It's as she took a moment to sniff him, while adjusting his clothing, he'd simply let out a grumbling noise of annoyance. It didn't help that she'd just laughed at his mast, after all.

"You certainly ain't a normal lady, Miss Sybil." Marquis agreed, but he wondered just what game she was playing with such a question. "Yet I doubt you're the type to seek out love, especially if you have a clear head." The thought crossed his mind that her transparency as of late must have something to do with the amount of wine she'd drank earlier. After all, he doubted she'd even let him touch her hair, and if she did, it would be his privilege to do so.

Taking a good step back and away from the naked Sybil, he'd let his eyes fall and just give her a quick look over. Admittedly he hadn't actually let his eyes wander, at least not to the point where he could form any lasting memories. Of course, not to his surprise, she was perfect. Like rumor says for her species, she was without any flaw. Even with a her full human figure, there wasn't much to pick out and wish was different. Hell, even personality wise she'd be a fine match for a man of his mindset... 'The hell am I thinking?'

Bringing his right hand up to cough in, he'd let his eyes lift again to meet her brilliant blue gaze. Just how long until this naive girl started asking for things, or rather just started doing things, that even he'd find inappropriate? "Anyway. Sybil, a funny thought came to mind earlier when I was bringing you up from sinkin' like a rock. Word around the seas is about a red headed Siren that's incredibly dangerous. A valuable asset to the Queen, I'm sure. Some even say she may be the Queen, what with her body count. Another redhead, one you may know. A comrade vessel spread word to us after getting info from another Siren that she goes by the name of 'Hunters Queen'. Any chance we may have to worry about this particular seabitch during our quest?" He asked, clearly not accusing her of being the very same individual he seemed concerned about. Wouldn't that be a relief, and a massive concern, once he learns the truth.

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