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Y'know, these things are nice and all, but where's the fuckin' internet when you need it? Not that the service in my last place was great. ( Mostly relegated to what exists in the Underworld - definitely no real connection to the living and definitely not the Internet in all its glory like she's heard about, but better than these communication devices that stick to an even more limited amount of connection.
She is clutching a post on the top of a pirate ship to keep from falling over. )
I've got at least three questions to ask, and so I guess I'll use ya'll as my google.
1. How do I stop the entire damn ship from making me feel like I'm gonna puke my guts out and there is no ground?
2. What's the top 3 rules of traveling in the multiverse?
3. What are some unique, clever come backs for misogynist pirates? I'm running out
Hit me up or don't.
She is clutching a post on the top of a pirate ship to keep from falling over. )
I've got at least three questions to ask, and so I guess I'll use ya'll as my google.
1. How do I stop the entire damn ship from making me feel like I'm gonna puke my guts out and there is no ground?
2. What's the top 3 rules of traveling in the multiverse?
3. What are some unique, clever come backs for misogynist pirates? I'm running out
Hit me up or don't.
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( Red does not shy away from the sharpness of it all - there's a rightness there to tearing apart shit people. She lets her heart show on her sleeve at least when it comes to her anger, annoyance, rage, and violence. Her actual heart- the part of her that cares about others gets a bit further buried at the end of the day. )
So you're saying to remind them of their mothers when they speak about the horribleness of women?
Because that's damn good advice. ( She forgets about that. She has no mother, no father - only Hades carving her into existence. )
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[ And a smile, despite. She would not say it to be kind advice. ]
Some may silence. Some may spit at their ghosts and busy themselves. Some may weep. Not in front of us, no, but in the dead of night, once memories have ruminated and the wind and the waves carry a mother's lullaby into their dreams─
[ Her voice drops more-so, just barely, the playful lilt belying the way her voice rakes at such low levels (or isn't that how a witch ought to cast a curse). ]
─they may yet cry out their shame─their woes. But their mothers aren't listening.
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( But still Red listens to the remaining words she has to say, nodding after a moment. Her jaw locks. It's a lot to hear these men speak of how horrible women are, how they bring curses wherever they go. Saying nothing feels wrong, but-
but- )
I hope they cry them all out.
I hope I'm there to hear. ( She wants them shamed, wants- wants a lot of things. )
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Until then, I may have something to ease your sickness. Only temporarily.
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She's in need. )
What's that?
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An herbal remedy. It may soothe nerves, as well. [ Which is precisely why she smokes. Even without Lucifer's beck and call tickling the nape of her neck, she does have the anxiety of what may yet be ahead. ] My supply is limited, but it would be cruel to let you suffer unnecessarily.
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( It's a kindness either way, and she appreciates it. Her only other solution was to just remain curled up in a ball while she hopefully got used to it at some point. She's not exactly used to having sickness, nausea or otherwise. )
I can come to you. Probably.
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[ She hasn't even asked a name, but would it matter? Names aren't needed for help. She isn't averse, but a name isn't as helpful as a description, in such a case. Maybe this could have been made visual, but it's disturbing enough to receive verbal messages this way. Projecting her image to strangers isn't something she's certain she's ready for.
It's unlikely the girl is the only one who's feeling ill from the waters, but Vanessa doesn't have enough for everyone. ]
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Not a good combination - sea sickness with new mortal body. )
I'm the redhead hugging the mast for dear fuckin' life on top of the deck. Hard to miss. Soldiers are all giving me a wide berth cause women + ginger is really making them thinking I'm gonna curse them.
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Vanessa finds the teenager easily, not over-bothered by the unsteady roll of the ship, though her heeled boots do mean she has to step carefully, her skirt clutched tightly in one hand while she glides over rope and between working men. Her very appearance, pale skin and black dress (with just a faint trail of smoke), does little to persuade the men that she's any safer than the redhead. No doubt she was made for the cursed village left behind. ]
My dear, you look as though you've been the one cursed.
[ Sympathy weighs down her words as she sidles up to the mast, reaching to grab a rope for balance while tilting her head to better assess the girl's condition. ]
Here.
[ It's already lit, but she'll take a gentle pull so that the cherry lights up bright before carefully holding it out to the girl. Vanessa is careful where that hand hovers, not eager to confirm the men's fears by accidentally setting their means of travel on fire. She assumes the girl is bright enough that Vanessa doesn't need to tell her to be careful.
There's something about this girl. Not the read hair, though it is beautiful. It's something different from the 'boy'. There's a growl in the back of her mind; not an angry one. Weak; wounded. Vanessa stares, unblinking, gently offering her 'remedy'. ]