high_seas | ☠Thirty-Second Reel: Sailing, Sailing, over the frosty sea~!

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☠Thirty-Second Reel: Sailing, Sailing, over the frosty sea~!

Who: The Bloody Roses
Where: Aboard their ship for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! :D
When: Backdated til January 31st and arriving Feb 14th, the earliest the night of Feb 13th! In time for the Frosty Hearts Festival!
What: ...sailing?
Warnings: BR for Bloody Roses!
Style: Yes!
Status: Closed to crew!

Date your threads! Have fun! Don't set the ship on fire! ~~Keep your legos off the floor!~~ And remember, they have a sailboat to play around with.

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Grell came from below deck, and heard a few gunshots go off. Of course, being unable to see too well, she stopped in her tracks once she made it to the top of the stairs. What she didn't know was that there was a can that got hit by a bullet. It was slightly behind Grell at that point before clinking down to the ground. She looked around for Faye, because who else would have a gun and bother shooting it on the ship?

"Are you mad?" Grell asked, not exactly seeing Faye, but that didn't matter. She didn't look very pleased that guns were being fired around a blind person.

Faye doesn't really see what the issue is. She was aiming for the tins, not her crew or her captain. Clearly, as far as Faye is concerned, Grell would never have been hit.

"Not especially mad, no. Only some times." Faye pocketed her guns into her holsters anyway, just to be extra safe.

"I would appreciate if you wouldn't put your targets so close to any entrances," Grell stated rather irritated. She knew that keeping up their skills was imperative, but there were limits.

"Okay, okay. Just didn't expect any blind people to be wandering around..." There was a tease in her voice, but a gentle one, just in case Grell isn't seeing the funny side of it.

Indeed, she did not.

"Did you expect me to stay in my quarters until I recovered?" Grell continued up to the deck and went to her usual spot, tossing one of Faye's targets at her that was atop the barrel she sat on. Gently.

"I don't know. I've never had any blind people around." Not that Grell can see it, Faye gives a little shrug. Though she does sound surprised as she catches the tin. "How are you feeling?"

"Then welcome to your first experience," Grell replied, sitting atop the barrel. "Still a bit sore, but I'll live." Not in the literal sense, of course, but Faye may understand the meaning.

"Is your eyesight getting any better?" Faye said it an as off-hand way as possible, trying to figure out a way of saying to Grell - hey, are you gonna be blind forever or what? "But yeah. That was some fight. I have every intention of spending the next good while doing anything other than getting in fights. I need some spa time."

Faye at least got points for subtlety. Grell squinted about, trying to decipher what things were. Yet, honestly, that was useless since this is her ship. She should know what was on it by now, even without sight.

"Compared to the first week, it's an improvement. At this rate, I may be back to full strength by the beginning of next month."

Grell turned toward her, smiling softly. "Spa time sounds heavenly right now. That should be our next destination."

"Well, that's something. At least you know you're not going to be blind forever." She cleared her throat, preparing herself for the next bit, "Thash says you took a blow for him, in that fight. That was...nice of you."

Faye nodded encouragingly, not that Grell could really tell. "Yes. I want to be completely pampered."

Grell sighed softly. Of course Thash would say something to Faye. "Nice, or idiotic. It was a strategic point to be in. I wanted Hawtrey's head." It was all in a day's work, in her opinion.

"Then let's set sail for a more tropical climate. We need to head south, regardless, for treasure." There had been some time since Cynthia had given them a clue about a treasure haul, but they had been a little busy to do anything about it. Hopefully it was still there.

"Okay, okay. Poor sharky thinks you were being nice but you were being 'strategic'. That's okay. I get it." Despite the slight tease in her voice she did actually get it.

"Ooh, a tropical climate with pampering and treasure. Life doesn't get much better than that. With plans like that I could almost get used to this sailing stuff."

Grell rolled her eyes, but had a smirk on her face. "I'm glad you do. Now, we should have a talk with Arthur about our much needed vacation!"

She sighed wistfully. "I can already feel that warm sun and even warmer hands upon me~!" Her hands go to her cheeks. "I can't wait!"

"Good. I feel like every time we get the chance to relax, something stupid comes along. Like some jumped up pirate who thinks it's okay to kill kids, that sort of thing." Faye is clearly not very happy about that - especially when she's doing things with nothing by way of reward.

Faye pulled a face at Grell, raising a brow, "You can keep the warm hands part to yourself..." Because while she was probably just talking about a massage, she didn't really want to think about what else her captain might get up to.

"Ah~? Do you prefer the cold and clammy sort~?" Grell was definitely teasing. "Better be careful. I doubt this world would be lacking in that department."

Was she trying to say Faye now has a preference for fishy men? Yes, indeed she was.

"Cold and clammy? Why would I -?" Faye cut herself short, suddenly understanding what Grell was getting at. "You're talking nonsense, Grell. Is your eyesight doing something to your brain?" That's it, Faye, just be outraged in denial.

Grell just may start putting fish heads in weird places, just for Faye. She grinned brightly to Faye, enjoying this turn of tables.

"Oh, I doubt that! I'm considered crazy, remember?" Of course Grell knew what people said about her, and she won't deny it. Better to keep them in fear of her, after all.

"Right. Exactly. Talking like a crazy person. I like hands to be perfectly warm and not-clammy, thank you very much." Faye just stood there with her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

"Oh? I didn't think Thash's hands were that way," Grell said, truly looking a bit confused at what Faye had stated. She'd have thought his hands were cold and clammy.

"Thash's hands are warm. Maybe a little rough but in a good way. And not clammy." Faye was perhaps a little quick to defend him there, and she cleared her throat and glanced away. "Not that Thash's hands have got anything to do with anything.."

Color Grell surprised! Her grin definitely got wider.

"They have everything to do with where we're going! Maybe he can help with your sunscreen~!"

Faye just frowned at that big grin, shaking her head slowly. Though the thought of him helping with sunscreen wasn't so awful. "Hmm. Well. Perhaps. I'm sure...he'd be kind enough to help...if I needed."

"I doubt he'll let anyone else help~!" Grell was still grinning, because she remembered all the trouble those two kept getting into, on Faye's behalf no less.

"Huh? Well - why not? I can get whoever I want to help with my sunscreen. Or I can just do it myself." Seriously, Grell, what's with all the grinning? It's freaking her out...

She was grinning because she will keep these statements for later use. Like blackmail.

"I doubt your arms are that long. You'll miss a spot!"

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☠Thirty-Second Reel: Sailing, Sailing, over the frosty sea~!

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is this pre or post Dave coming back??

good question...let's say before!

okies!

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excellent icon!

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