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.]

Comments

[bloodheels]

[She goes quiet. She doesn't quite know what one would want for a last supper. She would need to look in the galley once more to know for certain what to cook, but she did take note at some of the ingredients she was using.]

I'm curious, where did you get all this to actually make it?

[elissacousland]

"Some woman who calls herself the Tyrant. I had posted a need for certain ingredients in the journal over a month ago and she approached me with an offer to locate them. How she did, I have no idea, but she has been compensated for her efforts," said Elissa as she continued to crush the deathroot in the bowl. She paused to incline her head toward three, scraggly little potted plants that sat in front of the lone, tiny porthole in the cabin's wall. "She even provided those in order for me to grow more of them, but I think they might be dying. I have little experience with gardening."

[bloodheels]

[She leaned over slightly to take a closer look at what she was doing. Eye's soon moved towards the plants. She didn't know much about gardening herself since she didn't know who had much of an experience with it.]

I guess being out at sea would make growing it harder since it's salt water all around us, but I'm not sure if that would be a bad thing or not. I mean it's still water, just with a few added things.

[elissacousland]

"Salt will kill them," mumbled Elissa in a nearly feverish way. She rocked back and forth a little while crushing the dried leaves of the deathroot, further hinting that the Voice was unbalancing her. "Armies salt the earth of their enemies after a victory to ensure nothing can be grown in that spot. I should find someone to care for them. Perhaps someone on an island will grow them for me."

The leaves of the deathroot looked very similar to the bay leaves that could be used to season foods, though they were of a much deadlier strain of the plant.

[bloodheels]

[So that was out of the question. She really didn't know how to get fresh water as they only have enough fr the shipmates to use. Although even then it was limited she noted.]

After this, maybe trying to find an island what would be best suited will be a good idea. [She gave a small smile, currently the voice was going over and over in her head. She ignored it as best as she could, but eventually it gets annoying. She shakes her head, she honestly just wants it to go, maybe if she could just do what it wants it will go.]

Do you know if it will be ready soon?

[elissacousland]

"Before dawn," Elissa repeated more than a little irritably. The Voice had been a constant droning in the background, but now it seemed to be getting louder by the hour, making it harder to think straight or even hear real conversations.

Pausing in her work, she leaned over to grasp a little vial of dark liquid with a cork in it. "Here. This is one of the last I have from home. Do not get it on your skin. It has to be ingested or enter the blood to work, but it is best to use all precautions. Legend has it that a betrayed husband once put some on his lips and kissed his wife to death. They both perished from it."

[bloodheels]

[She looked surprised. A legend like that makes one wonder where the truth of it came from. She carefully took the vile, hiding it in a safe enough place that no one would think to look.]

I'll put it into something, like a drink, or food. It should be easy enough to do without anyone getting suspicious since I'm the chef.

[elissacousland]

"Tis kinder this way.. is it not?" Elissa asked as if needing to make certain that it was. "Surely, a quick death by poison is better than other ways." She looked up at Lenalee as if for confirmation. Why was it so hard to think?

"If we must kill friends, then this is best. Yes. Best."

[bloodheels]

[Was it the kinder way. Lenalee shakes her head. No wasn't her answer, she was just trying to dislodge the voice if even for a moment she could at least think for herself. But it didn't work.]

There are plenty of quick deaths, but I agree. Quick is better than slow and painful.

[elissacousland]

"I am going to make more. I am going to make more. We shall need a lot more for all the others. Once these are gone, we will go to other ships. Yes. Other ships. We can use the Nav. I am going to make more." Elissa bent her head over the bowl and began crushing the deathroot leaves again, trying not to rock in rhythm with the motion and her words.

"I am going to make more. I am going to make more."

[bloodheels]

[She noticed that by now the young woman was pretty much muttering to herself. This was probably a good enough time to leave and go sort something out.]

Okay and while you do that, I'll go make something they won't forget. [With a small smile, she turned on her heels and left, heading back to the kitchen.]