ProfetessaOscura
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It did not look like he was stuck in something, since the air around him had become solid, but it was as if he were rooted to that specific spot on the deck, his limbs able to move, but his head pinned there. Thorn slashed the sword down at Shidala's arm.
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The child had been cowering behind the old man. "I don't wanna touch him!" she implored, burying her face into his shirt. "Don't make me!" She seemed absolutely terrified of the prospect of even being near Lloyd. Then, she screamed. The old man turned, and his face was a mask of horror. Djinn fell as he turned to face the next threat, shocked at the sudden arrival of the illusion, his eyes betraying his senses. His head fell to the deck. The ship heaved atop a wave, and it toppled overboard. One of Djinn's companions, a young man named Willow, fell as well, spasming in his death throes. The man thrust the child further behind him. "Run belowdecks. Get your father. I'll be alright." He lifted his chin into the sea air as the girl skittered backward, a face of stunned disbelief on her face. She kept mouthing her brother's name, as if she expected him to hear her, to stand, and to follow after her. He did not. The old man drew a simple, plain, steel sword from his side. "I'll not let you hurt anyone else, you wretch!" he called, his voice cracking as he tried to force bravado into it.
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"Try real hard. I'm not freeing you. Not so's you can run off afore the damage is repaired. I'll be facing charges for freeing you either way, and I won't face charges for no results."
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The man snorted. "You think I'm dumb, boy? Well, hop to it."
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Stormlight+Vin Custom Pops from RWBY Jazwares
ProfetessaOscura replied to ProfetessaOscura's topic in Sanderson Fan Works
For sure! Just need to go find my exacto to give him a haircut. Also, this is the actual one I used for Vin: -
Stormlight+Vin Custom Pops from RWBY Jazwares
ProfetessaOscura replied to ProfetessaOscura's topic in Sanderson Fan Works
Thank you so much! I just decapitated a Kristoff Pop from Frozen 2 to make Wit. Gotta sculpt him, heat him, then repaint him. -
(Yeah, I think it's been night.)
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He snorted. "Give it your best, boy." He limped off. Apparently, this old sailor had spent many, many years at sea. He had multiple old wounds. It was sort of like finding an ancient sea creature swimming by your ship, watching you: terrifying and unique. He returned shortly, holding Evalina in his arms.
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The grizzled man looked like a bear. "If... IF I brought her here and it worked, I know how to get out of the holding field. I'll be bringing more than her, though. You hurt a good deal more than just her. I'm not like the captain, who puts his family first. No one deserves that, not even a grouchy old stump like me." He took a step closer, his breath on Lloyd's face, "But if you hurt any of them any more than you already have, I'll just have to see how well you can heal from a spike left dangling through your esophagus." He cared, sure. But it was a scary sort of affection.
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The crew looked at him as if he was insane. They didn't know that @DramaQueen Millie was ready and available to assist Lloyd. In fact, the excitement of the last few hours meant many of them didn't realize that a member of the crew was missing, not yet. It was a big boat. However, the man's body, unconscious or dead, would be found eventually. The old grizzled sailor stood right in front of Lloyd. "That child's the dearest thing in ma life," he grumbled, "You've got to heal her. You told her, before she threw you overboard, that you could heal anything." Notably, this was the man with one ear, the man that the child had claimed was hard-of-hearing to her prattling. He looked angry, but beneath the facade, there was some form of pleading... begging.
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Of course, not a single one of the men saw things his way. He’d attacked their ship, and the girl had only been helping with her ability, trying to be a hero like her older brother, like her father. And Lloyd had, on a whim, disfigured and shredded her soul, along with the souls of multiple unfortunate soldiers, even after knowing that they weren’t pirates. The only thing that might make a child violent was the resentment of being hunted, crushed, and made powerless, all as a child. On top of that, her cheery, enthusiastic soul -the child who had tried to keep the rest of the crew from attacking him- had been mutilated. If he met this girl again, she would doubtless call for his death.
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He was actually standing quite on his lonesome, the air around him his true prison, like solid concrete. The man who approached to take him below, though, staggered. Tears stung at his eyes. Djinn grimaced. “She threw you off the boat so you’d go back to your own ship, obviously. Perhaps I didn’t want to kill you, until you proved you’d hunt and hurt children to get what you want. And you pretend as though tearing the side of our ship up isn’t a violent, instigating act in itself!” Djinn wanted to slap him, wanted to hurt him. He stepped away with some effort, frustrated. He hated giving up. He wanted to fight and argue, claw for hours, anything to restore his little sister. This man, though... he was hardly human. There would be no reasoning with him. Djinn’s only hope was that he’d be taken to court, and that his father would let him watch whatever punishment was decided. The girl peeked her head out from one of the doors, her eyess half-closed, lazy. She gave him very rude gesture, with both her hands, then vanished back inside the hold.
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“Tell me,” Djinn said slowly, “Exactly what you did to her.” His fists balled up at his sides. “And you attacked her after she left the battle, after she tried to talk to you. You hunted her down, and you hurt her.” Djinn felt rotten on the inside. He’d been there. He’d sent her back, but Lloyd had just run right by him, at the girl. He’d been useless. He’d failed to protect his kid sister, and now he had to listen to these ridiculous assertions that his sister had every attack coming, just because she tried to keep someone from boarding their vessel. He honestly wanted to attack Lloyd, but he knew it would be futile, and he didn’t want to disrupt his father’s containment. The last thing he wanted was thos snake escaping. “You hurt her, and you won’t help her. I wish I knew how to kill you, because orders or not, I would, in a heartbeat.”
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Djin couldn’t hold himself back much longer. “She goes onto the deck at night because she has nightmares, you psychotic-“ he blubbered, “what justification will you use next? That because she wanted to help protect everyone on board, she deserves whatever the Hell you did-?! Should we cram her belowdecks at every point of day and night, so you can better slaughter us to your convenience?!” Djinn looked like he was about to hit Lloyd, but he restrained himself. “I hope you hang. Bastard.”
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“I’d expect you to have figured for such a thing before attacking a child,” he growled. “He’s restrained. Take him below deck. Once we dock, I will be seeing him tried for his actions here tonight.” He turned, barreling dismissively through the crowd, clearly upset. He pause before the door to his quarters. “You might have walked away a free man, had you only stoppered up you arrogance.”
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“You will fix it.” The captain twisted his wrist in the air, as he had been interrupted once already. Suddenly, the air around Lloyd felt as if it had turned to cement, as though he were petrified, his body confined in a single shackle.
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The captain looked as though he might ignore Millie’s advice about not killing this man out of irritation. He recomposed himself. “You did something to members of my crew. Something to my daughter.”
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Djinn snorted. "You damage and board a military vessel, then claim that attacking back is unfair," he snarled. "Djinn, control yourself," Tiberius snapped. The young man clammed up. Unhappily, but he did so. "Can you fix what you've done?"
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"And you decided to attack a child who, if the many indications are correct, kept calling you a pirate, throwing you overboard, and attempting to spare your life." He took a step closer to Lloyd. The man was a giant, standing at nearly seven feet tall, bulk and muscle. "Tell me, what indication did you have that told you that this ship was definitely illegal, housed evil, and necessitated immediate destruction?"
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"BOI." His voice was a voice of powerful authority, a clash of thunder, "You've assaulted the ship and crew of the Imperial((or some such, whatever actually makes sense for this, sorry, I'm new)) navy, under the captain Tiberius Kirk. You've just committed serious crimes on the high sea. I don't care who you are. Your negligence has caused reckless harm."
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"Sir," Djinn said, clearly upset, "He punched multiple holes into our ship, damaged the hull below the waterline, and had no regard for our ship. He healed everything, jumped from his ship to ours with no call ahead, and mutilated my-" "I know what he did, son." The captain turned his level glare to Lloyd. "Ma'am," he said to Millie, "You are speaking to someone at least four ranks higher than you, judging by your jacket. I appreciate your input. It isn't needed, not in this case. Believe me, if he dies, it won't be an action I take out of impassioned rage." He wrinkled his nose distastefully. "You will heal the harm you did to my crew, boy, or you will spend your time on my ship in parts among multiple crates."
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Djinn lurched forward, as if to attack Lloyd. He screamed in rage. "You hurt my sister!" he shouted, "You and your crew should suffer drowning forever!" The captain raised a hand, cutting his son's assault off. "Take your sister below. This will be over shortly." He dropped his coat the the deck, sauntering forward, toward the intruder. "You have some gall, boy," he said, voice deep, outraged, and he twisted a wrist in the air. The woman interrupted him before he could truly attack the man. "That skiff," he growled, "Attacked us and hurt my girl. You will stand down." He pushed past Millie. "If we leave the people on that boat alive, they'll not miss some fool who got himself killed attacking the armada."
