high_seas | Just another day on the Sun...

Who: Vyse + whoever's traveling on the Sun
Where: The Sun
When: late night of the 11th to mid morning of the 12th
What: Vyse is possessed ~~and no one noticed~~. Not as violent as the others in his crew, but that could change.
Warnings: Possible character death, Likely injury/blood/etc.
Style: Any, prose to start, but I can match brackets if you'd prefer
Status: Semi-open

Vyse hadn't contributed to the destruction of the ship. He could have, just as easily. Take a cutlass to the sails, cut the more important ropes, cripple the ship before it even left the port. Or out at sea, where he could then take the steps to sink it.

But he'd waited, because it was stupid to sink a ship while you were on it, and hid until he got absolutely sick of staying below deck and wandered up, blades tucked into his belt.

He wasn't hard to find, as he wasn't trying to keep himself hidden anymore. Most often, he could be found pacing the bow of the ship, swinging one cutlass by a handle as he walked. For hours, simply pacing and occasionally muttering and arguing with an invisible someone.

Unless interrupted, of course.

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With everything crazy going on, Chandra was reticent to even approach anyone on the Sun save for Thatch and Yuuki, but it was easy to see that something was wrong with the swordsman on the bow. She'd been sitting up in the crow's nest, unwilling to come down for fear of something nutty happening and her needing to hurt someone again. That one kid had been psychotic enough, after all.

But, then, nothing in life ever happened when you sit around doing nothing. So after a little while she'll climb down and give Vyse a wave.

"Heya. Who're you talking to?"

There's no greeting from him, the only acknowledgement of her being there being him stopping his pacing. The blade he was swinging is shifted into his hand and the other one is drawn out. Attack stance get.

"No one. Who are you?"

Chandra's hand pointedly stays away from her dagger, but her fingers flex, ready to defend if needed. She does try and smile though.

"I'm the new girl. Chandra."

"New...we don't need more crew, there's too many already."

He's approaching her as he says this. She's unarmed, and he shouldn't attack an unarmed lady, but she's there and she shouldn't be.

Well, unarmed means easier to defeat. Once Vyse is close enough, he rushes Chandra, aiming a diagonal slash her way.

"Not what I was told. Who are..." And then he's lunging at her. Chandra's eyes widen and she skips back a pace, sweeping her armored hand to knock aside the strike. It's close, but the heavy steel turns the blade.

"Oh fuck, not you too."

As if on cue, her red hair begins to glow with sullen fire, and her hands become sheathed in flame. A finger flicks towards him, and a jet of flame lances towards his legs.

"Look, I'd rather not kill you..."

Well then, scratch the 'unarmed' part. Fire definitely counts as 'armed'...armor sort of counts. Said armor is very inconvenient, though, as the deflection of his strike causes him to stumble sideways.

...Nearly into the flames she's decided to throw at him. There's no avoiding those, and his boots and pants get singed slightly before he manages to properly move out of the way.

"Then don't. Makes things easier for me!" And then he's lunging at her again, aiming for somewhere that's less armored this time.

"Fuck that, I'm not going to roll over and die," Chandra fires back. Vyse's lunge comes much closer this time, forcing her to skip sideways to avoid taking a blade in her shoulder.

Since she doesn't want to destroy the damn ship, just blasting Vyse is out of the question. So instead, she snaps her finger up and heats the metal of his swordhilt, hoping to force him to drop it and back off.

"And just because I'm not up to killing you doesn't mean I'm not up to kicking your ass!"

The fire on her right arm begins to harden, crystallizing into an orange stone, and she's swinging it right at him like a sledgehammer.

Damn it new girl, stay still so he can cut you.

"Either way is fine, I can--ow!" And the reply is cut short when his attacking blade suddenly becomes too hot to hold and he's forced to drop it. The blade itself is primarily metal, so there's nowhere at all to hold it that isn't sharp.

But that's part of the reason he carries two blades. He's not totally unarmed if he loses one. The second one isn't as sharp, but it still does the job, and he transfers it to the bladeless hand.

However, that action takes a few seconds he can't devote to avoiding the blow from the fire on Chandra's arm, and he takes that blow square in the chest, staggering back before collapsing to the deck.

...And then trying to push himself right back up, though he only gets onto his hands and knees before having to pause.

No! She's not gonna! Jerkface.

Chandra takes that as another opportunity, bringing down her fist again, aimed squarely at his back.

"Stay down! I don't wanna hurt you more than necessary!" she bellows, battlelight gleaming in her eyes, "But like hell am I going to let you cut me."

Just another day on the Sun...

Y Hallo Thar

This is a terrrible first impression

these things happen

They can try again later, maybe

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All my 'somewhat angry' icons are of Vyse pointing. :|

Ruh-Roh, gonna point her to death!

XD Yup -- also let me know if I messed up anything here

Looks good! And you caught me as I'm doing Chandra tags. What timing!