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Well, that might have cleared things up, if he wasn't currently in the water after jumping off the railing. He could hear the shouts and enraged buzzing as the ship loomed, arcing a vast turn in the crashing waves, cutting back the way it had come. Cannons thudded into their positions.
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Hmm... Well, perhaps either scare off the navy, explain the situation and try to make amends, or somehow escape?
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Djinn was halfway up the side of the ship, following in Lloyd's footsteps. He saw the man falling, and he extended his sword, slashing again at the man in one final blow. "Full turn!" the captain shouted, "We'll sink their ship and hang them all from the prow!" He was clearly outraged. Cradled in the nook of his arm, his small child slept, unusually pale. The ship itself began to turn.
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He came face to face with an official army's admiral, his jacket a moss green. There was hatred in his eyes, and he spun, shooting a gun large enough to be a hand cannon, right at his chest. "Kill the demon, men. No quarter."
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Djinn actually dove after him, following him. The boy was perhaps seventeen, and dead set on making Lloyd dead.
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Djin attacked the second his back was turned. "You'll die for this, pirate!" he cried, flooding himself with bravado. With one sword, he slashed clean through the leg... and with the other, placed directly at a 90 degree angle to the other, he swept the leg away from the bone, attempting to stop the man from healing it immediately, in a forceful, skillful blow that would have sent any other man's leg 20 feet away from the body. He'd kill him for what he'd done to his sister. He'd see his head dragged behind the ship for the sharks. He slashed again, aiming for the neck this time.
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The sniper woman didn't let the attack phase her. She wrapped her arms around the girl and yanked her up into her arms, then started running. "Wake the General! The intruder's hurt his daughter!" She turned to shout over her shoulder, "Djinn, get out of here! The pirate'll just take you, too!" "I won't leave my friends!" he said, standing between Lloyd and putting himself directly between the man and the fallen. He wouldn't go down easily. Lloyd could barely touch him; he seemed to match the man's speed with his own movements, blow for blow, step for step. This one was skilled, and he had bloodlust in his eyes.
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“You bastard!” The sniper woman shot him, aiming right at his forehead. She stood, then lurched over the railing, slamming the butt of her rifle into his temple. She kicked at his stomach. “Kid, get out of here!” ”I can still help,” Evania said, and tried to prove it by punching Lloyd in the kneecaps. Obviously, it didn’t work. Oddly enough, the woman wore a military jacket, moss green, pressed and clean. Djinn kicked open the door, and he and his men were a slashing whirlwind of blades, slicing sinuously at his flesh. “What did you do to her?!” Djinn screamed, and the family resemblance was clear, the same dark hair, and the same way the cheeks flushed bright red.
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The small child heaved suddenly, vomiting all over his shirt and pants. Apparently, ripping away part of a child’s soul was nauseating. Who would have thought?
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The child’s cheeks went a violent shade of vermillion. “I am not!” She roared. Clearly, this was a point of contention for her. She actually looked like she was about to start bawling. Double scimitars slammed through the door. He had pursuit on his tail.
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Evania stepped forward, all of four feet tall. "See here," she said, "We've outpaced your boat by now. You could always go swimming out in open ocean looking for it, but you're more likely to drown than find it at this point. I bet they'll shoot at it, even if it manages to get close enough for you to escape, and it'll crumble to ashes and oil. I think you're the one who should be begging to join us, light or not." She tapped her temple. "You might be able to brush off a bullet, but if one of these fine fellows cuts your head off, I really don't think things are gonna go too well for you, and Djinn's a natural with his scimitar pair." She shrugged again. "You can jump in the hole or surrender to us, but we've got a solid hundred-fifty men on board, and most of 'em have veils, nectar, and nasty weapons of all sorts. I know it's a rough thing, trying to start off all high and mighty with a neat skillset, but you really should practice robbing and stealing from smaller boats first, don'tchya think?" "Evania," Djinn, the boy with two scimitars said, "do you really think this is the time?" "Nah," she sighed, kicking her feet, "I 'spose you're right. Sorry I held you all back." The ten-year old shuffled her feet, then trotted up above decks. There were seven young men with blades down here. The next floor up, he might have seen through the door Evania passed through, an attractive woman with a sniper rifle, sights set on his head.
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"Three seconds to do what?" she asked, still nonchalant. "Threatening a little girl... Huh. Startoff pirates really are desperate these days, ain'tchya?" she asked, beaming. "You really want to go toe to toe with me? Can't bother my da. He'll really show ya, and I don't like seeing the blood on the boards. He sometimes asks me to clean it up."
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Thing about metal... it made a lot of noise when struck, rended strip from strip. Also, air pressure was a thing; a hole in the direct bottom of the ship wouldn’t start to sink the ship, like a dock for a submarine in a battle cruiser. The child was there, waiting for him, arms folded. “Damnation, I was sure you’d be smart enough to not die. Guess it’s not my fault, then,” she said cooly, as several young men raised blades, ready to slice him limb from limb.
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Evania grabbed his stretched arm and examined it closely. "Huh," she said, then threw him thirty feet over the railing, out into open sea a second time.
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On the deck, he would have a clear visual. This giant schooner wasn't manned by twenty or even thirty men. It was manned by a solid 80, at least, and that was just those who were above deck, not enjoying their rest belowdecks. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life, boy," a grizzled man with salt-and-peppered hair growled, wielding a harpoon gun. "I'm going to spear you and leave you hanging from the mizzlemast." "Oh, don't," the child said, strolling up towards the boy, as casual as anything, hands in her pockets. "I think he's terribly in-ter-est-ing!" she swayed on her heels as she spoke. "How'd you regrow that arm?" she asked, poking at him. The poke pushed him back a step. The crew held fire, mostly out of exasperation, waiting for the girl's analysis to be completed. She continued badgering him, "Can you regrow other stuff, like other people's limbs? Old bristle-bones lost his ear three years back, and he says that's the reason he doesn't listen to me. I think he's lying, but I can't be completely sure." "Evanla, we're trying to kill him," the grizzled man, apparently 'bristlebutt' protested.
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The girl jumped and clapped. He might have heard her laughter, gleeful at the regrowth of his arm. She took the chain, and then, like a pendulum, yanked the anchor up before it touched the ocean floor, and started spinning it, scraping the side of the boat in a whirlwind of strength. She grunted, and the child looked like she could barely control it, but she smiled at him, teeth clenched.
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Hi! I'm that Stormlight Animatic person.
ProfetessaOscura replied to ProfetessaOscura's topic in Introduce Yourself!
I'm happy to! I was kind of annoyed when I went looking for Cosmere animatics and only found a handful. I know I'm not on par with other content creators, but I really enjoy doodling to the music. -
The girl reappeared from the deck. She was holding a gigantic anchor in both of her hands, supernaturally strong. She checked her aim twice, then dropped it. The men continued their suppressive fire. They weren't just using bows, they had automatic and semi-automatic weaponry. The people were incensed. Several had their veils flicker with anticipation, as they readied themselves for the fight to come. That was, if this stranger was any good at dodging anchors.
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The laughter stopped suddenly. This man was punching holes in insulated steel plate! It wasn't such a badly designed ship that it would flood the hull or destroy the ship's integrity, but the noise suddenly turned more angry, as if Lloyd had just punched his fist directly into a bee-hive. Several pulled out guns, and a couple took crossbows. They aimed, and without asking any questions whatsoever, shot with an intent to kill.
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The grand schooner barely noticed them. It didn't slow, and must have been travelling at twenty knots per hour. It loomed, the deck far above sea level, and a relatively small girl stuck her head over the railing, staring at the swimming man. She raised her eyebrows, more bemused than actually feeling threatened. It was an odd expression for a child aboard a gigantic ship of criminals. She said something -it wasn't audible- and several other men appeared above the railing, and the only thing that could be heard was their raucous laughter, considering the two with derisive contempt.
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Vivenna's perception of Siri vs. Siri's reality
ProfetessaOscura replied to ProfetessaOscura's topic in Warbreaker
But socially, Siri was set. All the pretty clothes, cute husband, palace wandering she could want. Vivenna thought Siri was in a cage, when in actuality, home was Siri's cage. -
Vivenna's perception of Siri vs. Siri's reality
ProfetessaOscura replied to ProfetessaOscura's topic in Warbreaker
I mean... Siri was given up by her father to be the sacrificial lamb, into a place where, coincidentally, she was dead-set to be killed off. So... big sister's vibe was actually pretty on point, lol.
