Men vs Woman

[bloodheels]

Who: Lenalee and Elissa and then the Crew of Triton’s Mistress or whoever else is onboard for when stuff really begins
Where: On Triton’s Mistress
When: 10th January and then the 11th
What: Lenalee and Elissa plot. Then on the 11th it all begins
Warnings: Warnings of talks about death and possible violence in the future
Style: Any. I personally will go with brackets
Status: Closed

[There will be two threads, one close to just the girl's and one open general one.]

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Closed - Elissa and Lenalee

[bloodheels]

[Lenalee had been hearing the voices for a while now and it had soon gotte to her. She knew what she had to do, but she knew of someone else who might be in the same situation as she. So making her way from her place of rest, she headed towards the only other female on the ship. Upon reaching the door, she raises her hand and knocks lightly.]

Elissa? Can I come in?

Closed - Elissa and Lenalee

[elissacousland]

Elissa looked up from her makeshift work station of candles, vials, empty rum bottles and bamboo tubing on the floor and pushed herself to her feet. If anyone else had knocked, she would have ignored it, but something about Lenalee's presence caused the strange voice and buzzing in her head to... harmonize.

The Grey Warden stripped off her work gloves and tossed them in the floor before unlatching and opening the door to her small cabin. "Yes, do come in. We should talk."

[bloodheels]

[She nods firmly. She was sure of this and so she stepped foot into the room, her eyes glancing around, looking at the various bits and pieces before finally spotting the work station.]

Working on something? [She had heard they had been spending time in her room as of late, so she could admit she was a little bit curious.]

[elissacousland]

The Grey Warden answered in a quiet voice only after the door was once more closed and latched. She crossed past Lenalee to place herself between the other woman and the makeshift brewing set-up. "Poison."

There were circles beneath Elissa's eyes and she seemed more than a little jumpy. "You..." She pressed her hands over her ears for an instant. "You hear it, too, do you not? I am not alone?" was her almost desperate question. "Not just noise, but a voice. Telling me that it will bring my family back from the dead, if I..."

[bloodheels]

[Her eyes stared towards the floor. Yes, she heard that voice too.The only different way what she would give Lenalee is she... It was very different. What they wanted most is different.]

Yes, but... Our desires are different but it's still the same voice talking over and over in my head. It's hard to sleep. [She closes her eyes, she wished she could sleep, but she just couldn't. She had tried, but it never happened.]

But I think we're the only two who hear such a voice.

[elissacousland]

Elissa rubbed at her temples as if that could help quiet the voice that just WOULD NOT GO AWAY. "It wants me to kill them. Everyone. I have known some of them for months now. This ship has been my only home and its crew my ..." She was reluctant to name them as family, but she did feel a kinship with the crew - especially those who had been around as long as she had.

"My friends or my family. I have to choose." That part was said in a dull, hopeless voice. "I am not certain that I could... that I could do it, if I were to face them, so will you? I have vials of Quiet Death. Tis a quick and powerful poison that even experienced assassins use care in handling, if they are brave enough to do so at all. Quiet Death in a meal - do you think the Voice would approve?"

Open - General 11th Chaos and all.

[bloodheels]

[Things were ready, or as ready as they'll ever be. If they didn't do something now, they never would and in Lenalee's case, her world could crumble and die and she would have no way of helping. No, she knew what she was going to do to get what she wants and this was the only way. They both knew that.

Now was the time and now they had to go through with the plan. All that was left was to see the others first.]

[OOC: All threads pertaining to the event go here and the two possessed will tag them.]

[orderispeace]

[There had been several days worth of ominous reports and while he was aware of them that didn't stop things from falling apart on-board ship. With Elissa barricaded in her room and the others about tending to other matters Haytham had scurried up the main mast to see to the sails. Afterward, could he be blamed for taking up the crow's nest and using it for a rest? There wasn't a better view to be had on the ship.]

[elissacousland]

"Haytham!"

Elissa was standing on the deck in her armor with her swords strapped upon her back. As yet, she did not see the man in question way up in the crow's nest, but she was obviously searching for him on deck. She carried two mugs with her - one in each hand.

"Haytham...? How are you feeling?" were her cautious words. "You haven't gone like Boris, have you?"

[orderispeace]

It was impossible not to hear Elissa's shout, goodness, she must have thought him a great distance away to require such volume. He glanced over the edge of the precipice he was on before dropping down to the nearest beam and walking along it until a good landing place on the deck was beneath him. A tuck and a roll soon found him on the solid boards of the deck again and walking in her direction.

"Boris? It was you who had me concerned."

[elissacousland]

The woman's mouth curved into a wicked grin. "You were concerned about me? I am touched, Haytham," she flirtatiously said with a wink before sipping from one of the mugs. "I... was having a difficult *time*, if you understand my meaning."

The other mug was held out to the man as Elissa's eyes became strangely intent. "I thought you might like some of this. Tis some kind of mixture of goat's milk, cacao, and cane sugar. Lenalee made it and it is quite tasty."

While Elissa had no trouble holding to her own mug, the poisoned one offered to Haytham suddenly shook just a bit and her expression blanked for that split second.

[orderispeace]

Oh a warm drink... with goats milk in it...
As appealing as that sounded he did hesitate to accept. Not only was the strange concoction some what foreign to him, though chocolate was a secret favorite of his, but her every movement just seemed wrong, her wild grin and shaking hand among the symptoms that caught his attention.

"You secreted yourself away in your room, I assumed you might have been struggling with something."

It was an opening, trying to give her the chance to speak on what the issue might have been.

Re: Open - General 11th Chaos and all.

[arcadiasailor]

[Harlock currently going over the map in the Captain's quarters. It's still full of clutter from when Barbossa was captain. Hanging off a rather gaudy chair is a navy blue had with a great red feather.

They've been saying close to Isla Empieza and this was the time of the month to pick up crew but with the Pirate Witch being last being sighted. Elissa was acting strange and Lenalee he'd know that well yet but she wasn't her cheerful self.

So there he was looking at the maps debating to himself if there was an island they could go to an maybe let off a little steam.]

LENALEEEEEE! THREAD WITH USSSS!

[elissacousland]

"Oh, Captain Haaaaarlock!" Elissa sang out after knocking on his door. "Two ladies are bringing treats for their favorite captain!" While waiting for him to answer the door or bid them to come in, Elissa cast a slow, sly grin to Lenalee.

[bloodheels]

[Lenalee gave a firm nod back before glancing at the door.]

We thought we should apologise for not being ourselves. So we worked really hard on cooking this lovely meal.

[And she did in a sense, she made sure she tried her best to make it. All that was left was for him to open the door.]

[arcadiasailor]

[Harlock really didn't think the food was just for an apology. He'd been on this ship long enough to notice Elissa tended to bargain with food. Still they all had a say in where the ship went next he'd hear them out.]


You don't really have to bring things up here. Come in anyway I'm considering where we should go next.

[elissacousland]

Elissa opened the door for Lenalee to allow the other young woman to go in first. "That's good to know. Barbossa always wanted me to bring his meals up here. It would be sad not to see your face in the mess hall, Dear H." She did seem to be more of her old self now, except for looking exhausted. And maybe a bit twitchy. At least she sounded normal.

Backdated to the 16th

[bloodheels]

[She hadn't seen or heard from Elissa in a while, which could only mean that something had gone wrong and that only she was left to deal with the mess. Closing her mind, the voice ringing on and on in her head. Yes, the voice kept telling her the same thing and she knew she had no choice but to obey it, but she hadn't had any other option left.

Except to sink the ship. Taking everyone down in one fell swoop would be easier than silently trying to poison them again.]

Innocence activate. [She muttered to herself as the bangles around her ankles changed into dark red coloured boots. She wondered around on deck, trying to find the best place to sink it. If not the desk then maybe below. With that in mind she nodded to herself, choosing to stand at the front of the ship, looking down and quietly just thinking.]

Re: Backdated to the 16th

[arcadiasailor]

[At this point whether she knew or not Harlock had been keeping an eye on her when she came up on deck. He recognized that she'd had the boots she'd worn during the Siege.]

Everything ok?

[bloodheels]

[She hadn't noticed anyone was watching her, so when he spoke out she turned her head slightly, her eyes unfocused and tired from all the night she laid awake. But never the less its best to act like nothing was wrong. Yes, make it seem like everything was peachy. So with a false smile of assurance she spoke.]

Everything is fine.

[just_a_minute]

[There was no denying that the atmosphere on board had changed. Elissa wasn't speaking to him through either the journals nor in person. This scenario.. if it was as bad as everyone suspected it was, was a prime example of one of the reasons he hadn't promised never to use the Jagan on Elissa without her permission. In this case.. it might be used for her own good. He wouldn't make a promise he couldn't keep.. not if he could help it.

Another disturbing development was the lack of food being prepared on board. Lenalee had become lackadaisical in her duties and they were suffering for it. This change in behavior, could be indication that Elissa was not the only one affected by this curse of the witch.

Vowing to take a more direct approach he was headed to Elissa's lodgings.. so he could rip the damn door off it's hinges...(Figured I might as well put this here instead of putting it in the penpal thread XD)]

[elissacousland]

[Not even going to knock first, Ban? Tsk. Elissa's room was very quiet from the outside, though there was a new and an unusual smell that could be faintly scented right next to the door. It wasn't exactly unpleasant. In fact, it almost smelled like an alcoholic drink.]

[just_a_minute]

You got it, I’m not giving you the time to try to hide whatever it is you’re doing in there. Ban took a moment to assess the smell wafting out of that room. Alcohol? Read as: Flammable. Inhaling it shouldn’t be problematic. Quietly approaching the door, he demonstrated that he could in fact move silently when he wanted too. Quite efficiently in fact. Placing his hands to either side of the door, he found decent hand holds.

Taking in a breath, he exerted a great amount of force on the wooden structure. The hinges were pulled cleanly off the frame, the door was first drawn toward his person then cast aside.

“I told you I was coming...” He called, gazing into the room, eager to catch a glimpse of Elissa. “So don’t start complaining about the damage...”

[elissacousland]

"What in the Maker's name are you DOING?!" cried Elissa when her door was suddenly gone. She looked at the gaping doorway in absolute disbelief, the damp cloth in her hand lowering from where it had been scrubbing under her arm. A basin of sort-of fresh water was placed on the floor at her feet alongside a small cake of soap.

Admittedly, there was a very crude and make-shift, Medieval sort of chemistry set-up at the very back of the cabin near the tiny, opened porthole, but the very first thing Ban would probably notice is the fact that Elissa is absolutely naked. And that he had obviously disturbed her while she was trying to bathe as much as could be done aboard an 18th century ship.

(C. That's the letter you are searching for, Ban. C.)

[just_a_minute]

Ban had predicted the outrage, he'd braced for a sudden attack or a flurry of projectiles. There was however one thing he'd never been expecting to see...



"Eli.......ssa?" The conviction instantly drained from his voice. His purpose for being there was temporarily lost in the visual overload. Standing there, it was as if his mind had completely shut off. It was another few moments before the receptors started firing enough for him to at least think of looking away. He'd been warned that this may happen but the scenario had seen so ridiculous and unlikely that he'd completely thrown out the possibility.

"Wow.. you're well-developed..." Probably not what Elissa wanted to hear or the most appropriate thing to say at the time. For someone that could usually assess a women's measurements on sight.. he'd somehow missed noticing hers before. So much for that one-of-the-guys statement from earlier.



Finally out of his stupor he recoiled, and took a few paces back, nearly stumbling over backwards in his haste. He looked toward the side of the ship, and tried to say anything that might remotely justify this. It was accompanied by nervous laughter. "So... this is what you meant by being busy?" Cough. "With.. uh.. nonsense going on... I was kinda.. you know... concerned about you...?"