Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-26362067-20150912032900

(long post to make up for absence; posting order will go as normal again after Con and Lurooke post; permission to post now from Lurooke)

Shit... Wait... Maybe... With her signature devilish grin, Hebline slipped off in the direction of the two gangs. Her plan? Pretend to be the one who'd thrown the knife, starting a brawl of about 20-40 against one.

Speaking of the one who'd thrown the knife, she'd have to find that kid later and congratulate him on a job well done--and, of course, for giving her an opportunity to fight. Oh, and she couldn't forget the fact he stopped a man from picking on a young Faunus boy.

Though speaking of that Faunus, Hebline was quite interested in the skills he'd displayed during the brawl. She'd have to find him later too. But for now, it was fighting time. And nothing started a fight like a few insults.

"Hey! Idiots!" the Huntress called in a loud voice, stepping into an alleyway the gangs had just turned into. "Can you bastards seriously not find one stupid person that threw a dagger?"

Most of the thugs turned to her. With no obvious weapon, the older woman couldn't have been a threat. Yet something about her made them uneasy. But of course, like most, they just couldn't believe this woman could be a threat.

"What's it to you?" one sneered, shaking off the feeling. A few more thugs turned around.

Hebline smirked. "I'm right here."

Silence. It took a few seconds for the message to sink in. When it did, the Huntress could see the realization on the speaker's face, as well as the others. One tiny lie, and she had their full attention. It's amazing what people will believe when their enraged, she thought, amused, the smile dancing on the tips on her lips.

"Come and get me... if you dare, cowards." Hebline stood in the classic "bring it on" stance, standing sideways, head turned to her soon-to-be-opponents, right hand out with fingers beckoning. The only difference was her devilish grin. She almost considered bringing out Judgement, then decided against it.

Much more fun without weapons... she thought, her grin growing wider and more sinister. Her grin, as well as her stance, should've warned the thugs right away that this was not a woman to be messed with. But with their blood boiling in rage, adrenaline already pumping, all they wanted... was blood. With a mass of war cries, the 30-or-odd-so gang members charged, some taking out weapons, others not even bothering and rushing bare-handed.

Hebline just stood there, ready to meet them, a cocky smile on her suddenly sinister face.

I doubt Rowan and Travan are having this much fun...

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Back on the ocean, another ship made it's way toward the harbor of Hammerhead Cove. This one had a color theme of silver, black, gold, and a dark green. It's flag bore the flag and crossbones symbol, but the skull was that of a wolf's, and was in the middle of a pair of black wings stretched out in flight. Anyone from Hammerhead Cove would know it immediately--the Wolf Raven, a ship whose captain, then a young teen, hadn't been back to the Cove in many years.

At the helm stood said captain, now a young woman, recently turned from an older teen to a young adult. Yet you wouldn't know it just from looking at her--at a height of 6'5", with a regal aura, she seemed like a seasoned, veteran pirate.

The woman wore a dark green tricorne with silver lining on her head. Her silkly, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, with two braids that went to the back then joined to make one, along with another, chin-length braid on the left side. Her right eye was covered by long bangs, while her left shone a startling gold. She wore a silver camisole and a gold mini-skirt, brought together by a dark green cape that rested on her left shoulder, and left her right shoulder bare except for the thin silver strap belonging to her camisole, pinned there on her upper-right arm with a silver star pin. A brown belt with many pockets sloped from just above her right hip to below her left, holding sheaths for two sai. The one on the right was gold, the other was silver. Both hilts were wrapped in dark green leather. To complete her outfit, the woman wore a pair of matching bracelets with fake dark green leaves, attached together with a silver band, leaves facing up.

This woman, with her stance and expression, radiated an aura of royalty or a snob, of "I'm better than you and we both know it; bow down to me or else". An aura that made many instantly dislike her. And she never bothered to try to make people think anything else, because she didn't care.

The woman breathed in the sea air, smiling as she exhaled. It was nice to be back on the open water, with nothing but horizon in every direction.

Soon, the lookout cried out, seeing the coast of land with his sharp eyes. "It's the Cove!" he shouted gleefully.

"We're almost there, Kai," said the woman's first-mate, standing next to her captain. The privledge of calling their captain by her real name was one granted to few. But no one except the first-mate could ever call her "Kai" and get away with it.

Kaili's happiness immediately gave way to uneasiness at the news and her first-mate's comment, though she didn't show it. ''This is it... Home. I'm going home.''

(Sorry there's no pic--I just thought of the emblem. Didn't wanna use Kaili's cause it didn't fit the ship name.)