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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[orderispeace]

What in the hell had just happened?!

There were not many things that could so deeply shock the battle hardened Haytham as this had. He stood there gaping, open mouthed, at his son as he remained serenely poised exactly as he had been before Elissa had erupted in a fountain of blood and destruction. Standing and watching on as if this were some how normal!

He took a step closer before kneeling down at Elissa's side. This was not the man Connor had known who blew a man's brains out with out a second thought, who tortured soldiers for information promised them freedom before ending their lives instead. Haytham reached out and very gently closed Elissa's eyes.

It had to be done but how had it happened? Did it really need to be as brutal as this? His voice when he spoke was ragged with confusion, unspoken remorse... and anger.

"What in the hell did you just do?"

[givemelee]

The way Elissa was taken down was far from pleasant but it was strategically more practical than risking getting close to her poisoned cutlery again. It was also something she likely would not have been able to prepare for. The blood, and the gore went hand and hand. Although he might not have enjoyed the task, Ratonhnhaké:ton could stand by and regard what was happening coolly.

He didn't spare Haytham a glance until the man moved over to the body to close the now deceased Elissa's eyes. The contrast became startling not just to Haytham but to Ratonhnhaké:ton himself. By the time he had known his father, Hatham had been hardened by his experiences, and ruthless in his own actions. This range of emotions that the other was going through seemed so completely foreign to him.

If this was repugnant to Haytham, then... how far had Ratonhnhaké:ton fallen from his own ideals? Although he had always ignored his mother's warnings about resorting to drinking the red willow tea, and undergoing the Sky Journeys he had always felt like he could control himself. That he wouldn't be the one to fall prey and be seduced by the allure of all that power. Seeing the expression from his father... it was one of the first times that Ratonhnhaké:ton began to question if he'd gone too far. When you see someone you considered to be one of the most cruel and unforgiving on missions suddenly looking at you so aghast... it does make you wonder how roles had become so reversed.

He was different than George Washington though.. he'd convinced himself of that. Washington used the apple to control others free will. What Ratonhnhaké:ton had done here was to protect the rest of the crew and free Elissa of the witch's influence. It.... was completely different. Though perhaps... her death could have been dealt with more swiftly, and smoothly.

"I called upon the spirit of the wolf to end her suffering.." I did exactly what I was supposed to. "She is no longer a threat to herself or those she once cared about."

[elissacousland]

As the two men spoke, Elissa's body faded away, leaving behind her weapons and quite a lot of blood. There was no noise. No fanfare. She was just gone.

Starfang, her longsword, was across the deck where it landed when Haytham disarmed her. Her serpentine dagger was nearby where her body fell as well as her hunting knife. From their condition, she was particular about keeping her blades clean and in good repair.

(Later, if anyone looked in her room, her journal would still be there and her fancy longbow and arrows could be discovered.)

[orderispeace]

Elissa's body faded away even as he knelt there watching it. Damn this... this... magic. Nothing made sense about it at all! How could a body be there and then gone? How could 'the spirit of the wolf' descend on some one and rip their throat out? Her weapons would have to be carefully collected later but for now they were left where they had fallen as the Templar regained his footing and stood, though he stayed silent for some time recollecting his thoughts.

Keeping away from the poisoned weapons had been a wise course of action but it was the only thing Connor had done that he agreed with. Watching a stranger torn apart was a far cry from watching some one you had grown fond of over the months die in the same way. She had deserved a quick, clean death...
Obviously he should have handled it himself instead of relying on his son...

"It's done now."

There was no reason to speak on it any more. His thoughts were for himself, no one else and... he had no idea what he might say on the matter anyway.
A 'magical' son... a dead friend...
His voice was not to be trusted but lowered as it was he did speak if only to issue an order.

"We should check the others, to see that they are still themselves."