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Post by Malina LaRoche on Jun 9, 2007 16:47:27 GMT
Malina shook her head. "No, no one says that about you. Why would they? You are our leader!" She caught a glimpse of her uncle in the crowd.
She quickly moved behind the Captain. Forgetting that he hardly knew her. She sneakily peeked from around her. He had gone.
She wiped her brow. "Thank god..." She whispered. She looked up at the Captain and Ixchel expecting strange looks. "Sorry..." She said. "Uncle..."
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Post by Artaxerxes Hirren on Jun 9, 2007 16:58:39 GMT
He had long ago given up trying to get Ixchel to give him any kind of respect. The only time she ever seemed to refer to him with his proper title was when she was mocking him, and that happened regularly. As well as the various kinds of assault. Punches, bruises and stretched earlobes were often the result of her attacks and yet he stilled seemed to do nothing about it.
"I'm sure I could manage, even without your most considerate and selfless help." He grinned at her before looking over to Malina. "My dear, everyone says that it just.." He was cut short when she disappeared behind him, peering around he and Ixchel and looking into the crowd.
His eyebrow quirked up over as she explained but he nodded with understanding. "Ah, I was the same with my father." He smiled, but really he hadn't liked his father, and hadn't been all that sorry when he died, although the town had loved him, and always compared his son who was nothing like the strong and responsible man.
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Post by Ixchel Rashaine on Jun 9, 2007 17:25:54 GMT
A small smirked managed to tug at Ixchel's lips, another gesture whose sole purpose was to mock the cowardly pirate captain. Strangely enough, she held her tongue from delivering another little quip to the man's seemingly endless reserve of confidence, making do with her own personal smirk, which seemed to speak a thousand words in itself, words that seemed quite harmless to the outsider looking in - words that looked like they were just a part of some good, clean fun. Ixchel could not remember if that was what they were still meant to be, but reveled in them nonetheless. At least she was enjoying herself whilst she could.
What felt the a cheery air took a turn for the bizzare as the woman rushed away into hiding behind both captain and ally. A twist of the head did nothing to help her grasp the situation, but as Malina peered from behind the pair to inspect the crowds, the pieces quickly fell into place.
In this place, where stories were passed on and gossip was quick to flood the town, Ixchel couldn't help but to feel as though she was one of the only people who enjoyed a happy relationship with her father. Granted, they had gotten off to a rocky start, thanks to matters out of her control, but she had been so young then that the memories were faded to the point of being beyond reach. It was safe to say that the good moments outweighed the few that were not perfect. She could only hope that other people had been able to say that - Artexerxes being one of them.
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Post by Malina LaRoche on Jun 9, 2007 17:46:13 GMT
She stepped from behind them. "Sorry... It was my uncle... He don't like me to be out for so long, by myself..." She said shaking her head in disaproval.
She hated the fact that she still had to live with them. Her Aunt, uncle and their two kids. She was fed up with it. She wanted a little place of her own. Something to called her own. To feel like home.
She gave a heavy sigh, a sigh of one with a burden.
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Post by Artaxerxes Hirren on Jun 9, 2007 17:53:40 GMT
Artaxerxes grinned, more to himself than the other two. He noticed that Ixchel seemed to have bitten back whatever minor insult she might have been about to throw, their wordplay taking a break.
He did examine the woman, she seemed to be somewhere in her twenties, he muct have been a protective man. "If it is any consolation, my father was the same, and just to spite him, I left for several years." Sometimes he wondered if he would be like he was if he hadn't taken that trip.
When he came back, he was changed, he drank, he spent far too much time with women and he was generally irresponsible, he wondered if he would be like his father, if he has stayed at home all of that time.
"If you need to get back, please you don't have to stay. It will be a shame to loose your company though." He smiled at her, looking over in the direction the uncle had disappeared to.
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Post by Malina LaRoche on Jun 9, 2007 18:04:16 GMT
She thought for a second. Her father. She couldn't remember his face. She couldn't remember her mother's face. "I can't... remember..." She murmered in confusment.
She looked up at them both, she didn't want to sound like a total buffoon. The ones that knew her around town knew that she was more of a witch than a pirate. They could hear her in her uncles house at night with dark incantations.
"No." She said with a long painful sigh. "He only keeps me there so I can bring him money. With me at his side he is a dab hand at chess..." She said because it was true. Her uncle made a wad of money of her stragegies. She knew exactly how the player would play.
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Post by Artaxerxes Hirren on Jun 9, 2007 18:12:08 GMT
Art looked at her curiously. He was using her to make money, rather a shame, and a bit of a cheat. "Then you must be a fine strategist, I was never very good at chess." That was mostly because he tended to drink a lot and give them manovers that they couldn't do, really forgetting that they were only pieces with set movements rather than real people you could push.
"Remind me not to challange you." He said with a smile, then looking over to Ixchel. "What about you, I can imagine you would be good at chess?" He grinned at her, she had numerous talents that he would love to mock her for, simply because they seemed nothing like her on the surface.
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Post by Ixchel Rashaine on Jun 9, 2007 19:06:22 GMT
The long train of thoughts that had followed behind her at the mention of the world 'father' was quickly derailed by the pirate captain. Her eyes widened with a small ounce of surprise, and her back tensed. She had been in her own private little world - she wasn't sure just how long she had been gone, but she had been. Her eyes regarded the captain, every little sunburned blemish on his face, but they soon grew bored, and flicked over to the elderly woman behind the trinket stall, rearranging some of the smaller lockets with arthritic fingers with every ounce of her ancient attention.
She was quiet for a moment, before turning back to the pirate who continued to hold her weight without complaint.
"Hm? Chess?" She repeated. She rolled the thought over in her mind for a few moments, her head shaking. "...Not really." Her chest, covered with layers of woven cloth in the form of a what was once a white shirt, buttoned up with a waistcoat and a sturdy jacket, deflated slightly. "I may be full of surprises, Art - but that's not one of them. Looks like you'll have to find another way to pocket a few more coins for yourself."
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Post by Malina LaRoche on Jun 9, 2007 20:20:35 GMT
Malina looked at the shadows on the ground. She had to go. It was getting late and she would have to make food for the LaRoche family.
She curtsed to the Captain then to Ixchel. "I must leave. I am sorry." With no other address she left.
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