(👽) “Having fun here too. Lot’s of fun. Helping Blue and Yellow Pearl with their schedules. Making sure the freckled lapis doesn’t get so angry she passes out. As well as teaching new students. Keeping other Peridot’s in line. the list goes on.”
This was so embarrassing, as the captain he was supposed to be the best his sword skills and protecting his crew yet he got beat what they all thought was just some random thief that had been trying to steal from them. now what made it worse is that said thief was now a part of their crew. of course he played it off to everyone else as the guy just getting lucky is all and that it wasnt a big deal but it was to him! how could he protect his crew if he could get beat so easily?!
so here he was now, watching them practice in the empty room with a small frown and a lump in his throat.
crow was what he heard his name to be, regardless if he was going to get better with his skills he was going to have to suck up his pride a little and ask for his help. “ hey! crow right? i need to talk to you about something so stop what you’re doing right now.” saying it in a firm tone but he had his gaze somewhere else instead of on the one that he should be looking at. if he was going to ask for his help least he could do is look the guy in the eye when asking for help. He owed the guy that much respect at least but he guess he was still a little sore about the whole thing and that was why he couldn’t look him in the eye. underestimating him was his first mistake and he had paid for it so now he was going to have to learn from it.
“W-Well you see it’s not important. I-I have subjects to study and-and! You should too!”
Amity could not move at all. It was not that she would not be quick to combat Edric’s suspicions. It was just that her older siblings had this commanding presence over her. After all, given that she was the youngest Blight they could reek their vengeance on her. She was a well renounced tattle-tale. She did not want her Father or heaven forbid her Mother to catch wind of this.
Oh god. What if Emira knew? Did they both? She did not want to even think of the leverage that would way over her!
“Okay, uh, bye brother I gotta go. I can’t go to bed without my night clothes. Ha ha.” Her laugh was nervous and her exit was urgent and fast.
For sale: chainmail shirt. Technically this would stop bullets on its own, but that would leave the user deeply bruised and depending on the position, with broken bones. The sigils worked into the links will not stop any impact entirely, but will bleed off some of the energy into heat. Do not wear next to skin.
My time’s usually evenly divided between hobbies, stealing, solving the hideout puzzle, and now the as of yet unnamed puppy.
But a lot of those could all be made easier with my hand. Ever since I lost it it’s basically become this sort of artifact of immense power and it’s constantly being stolen and traded between the weird and powerful of the multiverse. Without it, I am what I am, stuck with a kneecapped array of stealth magics and my own pitiful physical skills. If I get my hand back I should be able to restore my old magics. With them, I’m not only more powerful than my brothers, but I’m one of the strongest wizards on the earth.
Well, on my real hand. Almost all of my original magic power is locked up in my severed left hand, and all of it was lost over idiotic highschool romance and a fucking doomsday cult.
I want it back very badly, and lately I’ve been needing it more. My short but potent list of fuckos with grudges are getting smarter and they even got the jump on me last time. My left hand would be the difference between say, a blunderbuss versus a MOAB.