"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."
"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"
"Depends on how you look at it," Cicada sighed. She had decided maybe it would be best if she told Leah about her old crew. It would mean that Leah knew what skills she really had.
"Really?" She said, pulling on an apron.
"Yeah, apparently it's a girl's thing," Daso laughed. "My mom was always so pissed off because my sister couldn't cook, but I was good at it. So she's forbid me."
"Huh. Weird. My bro couldn't get me to stay out of the kitchen." She said, pulling out the pasta sheets.
Daso watched her work for a moment. "You've never told me about your family. Are they still around?"
(Making a schedule for injury or death I see? Lucian hasn’t been through anything yet..)
AIT WAT NO MIRRIGAN WILL LITERALLY KILL HERSELF HES THE ONE THING KEEPING HER ALIVE
Morrigan snorted. “Not particularly. They weren’t exactly quiet, the wholee street could hear them in the bed.”
(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)
"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."
"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"
"Depends on how you look at it," Cicada sighed. She had decided maybe it would be best if she told Leah about her old crew. It would mean that Leah knew what skills she really had.
Leah set the pulley and focused her gaze on Cicada. "Well, I'm here to listen."
(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)
(You wouldn’t dare)
(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)
[swear wird] NO! Unless you do something to him first…..
(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)
(You wouldn’t dare)
Especially since Morrigan is suicidal
(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)
( Don't you dare. Leah will come close to dying. )
"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."
"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"
"Depends on how you look at it," Cicada sighed. She had decided maybe it would be best if she told Leah about her old crew. It would mean that Leah knew what skills she really had.
Leah set the pulley and focused her gaze on Cicada. "Well, I'm here to listen."
"Okay so uh," Cicada had to clear her throat, "Could we talk somewhere private?"
Daso watched her work for a moment. "You've never told me about your family. Are they still around?"
She paused. "My parents died when I was a babe. It was just me and my older brother Jordan, fending for ourselves until a feller named Pablo took a shinin' to Jordan. He offered for us a spot in his gang. Jordan declined saying he wanted to be an artist instead. Ol' Pablo got him apprenticed to his bro, who happened to be an artist. I was 5 and he was 8 when that happened."
Morrigan snorted. “Not particularly. They weren’t exactly quiet, the wholee street could hear them in the bed.”
Lucian burst into laughter, eyes scrunching up as he did so. “Oh god, you poor thing,” he managed to get out.
(GAH! I'VE GOT ONE MORE HAND AND IT WON'T COOPERATE!!!)
“Mm. It was hilarious at first, but then I got older and my dad….. it soon became terrifying. I joke about it to try and ease the fear. Anyways, what was it you wanted to tell me?”
(GAH! I'VE GOT ONE MORE HAND AND IT WON'T COOPERATE!!!)
Persevere!
Daso watched her work for a moment. "You've never told me about your family. Are they still around?"
She paused. "My parents died when I was a babe. It was just me and my older brother Jordan, fending for ourselves until a feller named Pablo took a shinin' to Jordan. He offered for us a spot in his gang. Jordan declined saying he wanted to be an artist instead. Ol' Pablo got him apprenticed to his bro, who happened to be an artist. I was 5 and he was 8 when that happened."
Daso smiled. "Oh. Honestly, with all the traumatic backstories I've heard from this crew, I was expecting the worst."
Leah nodded and pushed herself up. "Crow's nest?"
( You know what would be sad? If Leah died and all that was left of her was her captain's hat. )
She chuckled. "Well, what defines worst?"
Leah nodded and pushed herself up. "Crow's nest?"
( You know what would be sad? If Leah died and all that was left of her was her captain's hat. )
You know what would be sad? If Morrigan looked at the hat every day until she finally had enough d life and drowned herself
"Yeah that would work," Cicada walked over to the mast and began climbing to the crows nest.
(And yes that would be very sad. Please don't.)
Leah nodded and pushed herself up. "Crow's nest?"
( You know what would be sad? If Leah died and all that was left of her was her captain's hat. )
(nOo)
“I see.. And I was looking through some of the old archives from the guy who was the medic before me, and look what I found,” Lucian said, holding out the file that had Ace’s name written on the corner of it.
Leah nodded and pushed herself up. "Crow's nest?"
( You know what would be sad? If Leah died and all that was left of her was her captain's hat. )
(Lets not do that)
She chuckled. "Well, what defines worst?"
"I don't know," Daso said, grimacing, "Maybe just everyone dies and the village burns down and the world exploded or something."
She laughed "Nothing that bad ever happened." Her smile dropped. "Jordan died though."
Morrigan’s eyes softened with sadness almost immediately. “Have you read it?”, she said quietly.
( Don't worry, I think it's going to make everyone depressed based off of the reactions. . . )
After a few minutes of climbing, they had finally made it to the crow's nest.