Trouble on Deck [Open]

[Terezi Pyrope]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633] She was going to get into so much trouble. But then, that was what made this particular excursion so much fun. Having grown up in a tree, Terezi was hungry to explore even the ruins of the world around her, but it had been a sweep or two since the outbreak and her options had grown thin as far as surveying the land went, even atop her lusus's back. Mother had been more than willing to help the young troll see Medius, and from the air even the undead horde couldn't mar its beauty. However, there was one place Mother would never go, and that was the sea. Legends spoke of a lusus slayer, one who had survived the attacks and now ruled the oceans by proxy, Empress or no Empress. All feared him, all obeyed him. Those who did not were broken or culled, continuing their existence either as slaves or as fish bait. Yes, Orphaner Dualscar was a terror of the high seas, a myth come to life, a monster from a fairy story, and for good or ill Terezi couldn't wait to meet him. Sniffing him out had been easy; all she had needed to do was find the gaudiest ship on the waves, although to be honest she hadn't expected him to be quite this flashy. All the colour in the air was delicious, some of the most vibrant she had ever tasted. It was like a giant bowl of ice cream on top of the sea, mint chip and cotton candy and lemon sherbet and raspberry sorbet, which begged the question of where he had gotten all of these glow sticks to hang off his ship, not to mention why. Grownups sure are weird, she thought to herself as she carefully lifted herself over the railing onto the deck, wondering who or what she would find in such a dangerous and tasty place.

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]TAGGED: ...Th3 sh1p WORDS: ...327 NOTES: ... CREDIT: LunarFlowerAngel from OTE | Lyrics | Image

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[Terezi Pyrope]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633] Caught already? She must be getting rusty. Well, no matter. Terezi picked herself up, dusting off her leggings and adjusting her jacket, cane in hand as always, looking straight ahead. Maybe not caught; this other troll smelled cleaner, and judging from her tone wasn't in the least bit spiritually broken. "Wh4t p4rty?" she asked, nonchalant. What was this other girl doing here, anyways? Stealing her thunder, that was what. Nobody was going to meet the pirate king today except her! "1 don't s33 4ny p4rt13s. Just 4n 3mpty d3ck on 4 fl4shy bo4t." No need, of course, to let on that she technically couldn't "see" anything, at least in the traditional sense. Nor to reveal that to compensate for the loss of her sight, her hearing and scent had easily quadrupled. There was a party going on on this boat, and she had no doubts that the Orphaner would be at its center. This would be the perfect opportunity to observe him...or at least it would have been if this tagalong hadn't shown up. Bluh.

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[Terezi Pyrope]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633] "My bus1n3ss 1s non3 of yours," Terezi replied curtly, tossing her cane from one hand to the other and striding confidently further onto the deck. Definitely a party; she could feel the thumping of the deepest registers underneath her feet. Maybe on the third deck down. Shouldn't be too difficult to find, even if it weren't lit up like a 12th Perigee's leaving. The blind had no need of light, after all. Something else smelled off about this girl as well. Something sneaky, something devious. Whatever her intentions were, they couldn't be good. Terezi made a mental note to keep tabs on her as well; wouldn't do to have her disturbing the mission. Being a very strange troll, Terezi's only purpose here was to observe and engage, while causing as little intrusion as possible until she was quite certain it was safe. The other girl was not so strange, and if the muted blue beneath her skin meant anything to her, it was more than likely she'd come looking to make trouble.

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All Vriska wished to do was create an alliance with this Dualscar fellow. She had a map that would surely be of interest to the old treasure hunter. In all honesty, it was the treasure itself that Vriska was interested in. She merely needed the means of getting to said location.

With that thought and not uttering a word, Vriska followed the intruder. From what she could see, there was nothing too special about the other troll. Yet, something still felt off about her. The way she made it onto the boat, how she carried a cane yet seemed to have no need for it. Vriska was more or less intrigued by her. Something interesting had decided to show themselves.

Of course, the instant thought that crossed her mind was to see just how capable said troll was. Her earlier urge to have the other jump of the boat coming back into mind. And thus, she focused her thoughts on to a single point. Let us see how capable you are.[/color]

"How a8out you go jump off this fine ship, girl?" she smirked, waiting for the appropriate action that would soon come out of this. Though, Vriska might have been surprised at what she was about to discover.

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[Terezi Pyrope]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633] Terezi did nothing but smirk just the slightest bit. This irksome girl even thought loudly; the sound of it echoing through her mind was almost grating. What plans, she wondered? Probably troublesome plans. Ones that, for some reason, Terezi could tell wouldn't end in a very pleasant fashion. To be honest it really shouldn't be her problem, considering she had no relation to the ship or its captain, but her mother had taught her at least some manners. Coming onto glitzy ships with nefarious plots in mind was, quite simply, rude. The girl couldn't help but allow a bubble of a laugh to escape her lips at the other's suggestion. More assumptions about her blood colour. Just because this stranger was higher on the hemospectrum, she thought she could overpower the daughter of a telepathic dragon? Terezi rather thought not. She had to admit, though, the underestimation was kind of cute in a pathetic sort of way. "4ft3r you," she replied simply, confidently striding forward to search for an entrance to the lower decks. The party below was still thumping, and while that made it slightly difficult to focus, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Besides, revealing weakness to what was swiftly becoming an enemy wouldn't be at all wise on her part. Amused, Terezi wondered what her new companion would try on her next.

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[Orphaner Dualscar]

For pride wwill surely swwell
But nothing's unforgivven in hell- - -

Bodies writhing and music flowing through the veins—it wasn’t a Dualscar party if you weren’t rubbing up against someone’s naked chest with every odd step you took.

Sea-trolls and high-bloods abound, no one was alone when they walked into the hull. Here were the people Dualscar enjoyed the most—not the noble sea-trolls who cared only for flowing gowns and who would be holding the next ball, but the people who wanted to forget about formalities and zombies for one night to simply dive into their true, hedonistic selves. Everyone came to that boat knowing what they were getting into; everyone came out a bit more sullied every single night.

Exquisite as it was, even the honorable Orphaner Dualscar needed a breather once in a while. Closing the door to the bottom-most hull and muffling the electric sensations the music stirred within, he ascended the mahogany stairs of his boat up toward the deck.

The cool night air did wonders for the sea-troll, far more acclimated to the cool of the benthic layers of the ocean than the sweltering heat of a hundred bodies sweating together. The breeze ruffled his fine silk shirt, pressing the cold fabric against his body, sticking in place for a moment from the fine layer of sweat.

Before he had time to enjoy the feeling of his cold solitude, the sight of two trolls caught his eyes. For a moment, he was silent, hand at the ready of his specibus should they have warranted a fight. He looked the two females over for a moment, trying to figure them out. A blue-blood and a teal-blood, he could instantly tell. No one he knew, but high enough to assume that they weren’t mere stowaways. But certainly too young to attend one of his parties, he rationalized.

Suddenly it hit him, and the captain relaxed. One of his attendees, he recalled, had spoken to him about bringing a few of her protégées to the party—three young, high-blooded trolls with whom she wanted to show the ripe fruits this life had to offer them, zombie invasion or no. These, then, must have been two of them. Which would equally explain their not knowing the rules. “No attendees allowwed on deck.” He said in a low growl, threatening despite his understanding. He pushed open the door he had come from. “Back dowwn wwith you to the party, wwrigglers. I’ll not havve you linger here.” He said.

TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.

WHATCHOO ALL DOIN' UP HERE?
THE PARTY IS DOWNSTURRS.

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[Terezi Pyrope]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633] She probably should have known everything would go wrong, but Terezi had to admit this was record time for distaster to occur. As entertaining as fighting with the other female would have been, she turned her head at the sound of other footsteps on deck, inhaling the sharp and unfamiliar scent of blackberry wine emerging from below deck. Ignoring the girl entirely, she focused on him, not taking very long to determine that he was her target. He was older than she thought he would be, and it was rather obvious that he was worn out from whatever activities were down below. At his hostility, part of her felt somewhat guilty for being present when he obviously had come up to be alone. But then that was preposterous; she didn't know him at all, so why on earth should she regret her actions, or even her presence? She'd come here to meet the man, after all. Apologies could come later. Right now there were more pressing matters to deal with, such as the blueblood dragging her towards the door to the festivities below. Terezi kept her face trained to his for as long as possible, remaining silent as she dispelled her cane – and her jacket; Bahamut, it was roasting in there! – to her specibus to show she meant no harm. Talking to him, she was sure, would come later, and she would prefer it to be in private. First, though, she had to shake the less-than-pleasant new growth on her arm. For now, she would play along with the blueblood, but it hopefully wouldn't be too much trouble to get away from her.

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