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Post by sirenslullaby on Jul 9, 2018 15:30:17 GMT -5
In the East Blue sea the land known as Dawn Island home of the Goa Kingdom was experiencing rain shower's, native's of the islands took comfort in their wooden home's a lit with fire's to keep them warm, others sought the comfort that could always be found at the end of a finely made bottle of liquor, some even choose to indulge in the carnal desire known as lust in the local whore house's that soldier's frequently visited to relieve stress of their duties.
Of course all but one, Breya Wilter's of the revolutionary army. Today for the first time in a log time was her official day off from her duties ordered by the higher up's, but Breya was not one to take "Day's off" as this was not something she found to be a job but rather her very reason for joining the army was that of a personal matter involving the destruction of her home year's ago, there was no time to waste leisurely until she completed that task.
Breya herself watched as her new friend and now new recruit Mina to the army slept in her bed soothed by the sound of raining, they had just fought a somewhat capable and well equipped bandit group hiding out in Mt.Corvo and she was now recovering. But unlike her friend Breya could not sleep more than four to five hours in average before she started having nightmare's of Cozia and how it was burnt to the ground in but a single night, feeling restless just thinking about her dream Breya turned from her friend while lifting up her hoodie over her head and begun to make her way outside.
Wishing to soothe her restless spirit Breya decided to run to the shore's of the island, most people would think this was absolutely crazy even if it wasn't raining but Breya's way of fighting for the army involved lots of leg power, and the only way to train that was to train her legs, so off to the beach she went.
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Post by Locke on Jul 9, 2018 18:43:40 GMT -5
It had been dark and stormy days out to sea, the peaceful Dawn Island rarely having to worry about such meteorological events, though clearly, this is the start of a whole new adventure, for a certain girl.
The rain would have normally comforted the now shipwrecked girl, back home... and it still does it's job here, keeping the girl gently lulled to sleep. During her slumber though, she could remember screams and injuries caused by the pirates that kidnapped her, and forced her to serve them, fixing and molding weapons as well as hammering in metal plates to "Re-enforce" the mast... That last part, was clearly their downfall, as the electricity bolted through the main mast, jumping between metal siding after bolt, splintering it and nearly breaking the boat in two... in the commotion, they forgot the green haired blacksmith who was luckily able to flee her cell on the ship, with her few belongings on a crate on which she was now floating on, drifting among the flotsam.
It wasn't untill earlier this morning, when the Green haired girl scrapes up against the shore, the crate anchoring her in place, and filled with soggy crackers, would leave her, barely breathing and filthy, in the path of a Revolutionary jogger.
From a distance, Locke just looked like what one would expect, a pale almost corpse, clearly in need of food, water, and rest.
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Post by sirenslullaby on Jul 9, 2018 21:15:23 GMT -5
Breya started to jog towards the island's shoreline slowly, this way the slow jog would tear her muscle's more accurately then if she was running at her full speed. But as she ran towards the shore she started to reflect on recent event's and the effects they would have on not only the island but on her as well, now that she had stopped the bandit leader and his group would there be another group to arise to take their place? If there's anything she has learned over the course of her life is that there is always some new face ready to take control the moment opportunity rear's it's head, but even more so than that now that she has drawn the public eye to their deed's the marine officer's are sure to catch wind of the new's meaning that there wasn't alot of time to stay on the island if they wanted to get out before being completely surrounded. Life as a revolutionary agent is rough Breya would think to herself as she took a deep breath through her nose with a light touch of mildew scent due to the rain fall.
And even if she didn't consider the state of the island and herself there was now the matter of the new revolutionary Mina she now found herself with, although she had joined the effort Breya knew next to nothing about her, for all she knew despite what she said she could easily be a spy for the marine's who caught word of the armies task here and was sent to infiltrate, Breya would make sure to keep close eye's on her actions while they were together.
When she got closer to the shore the first thing she would see was something that looked humanoid, as she got closer she would realize that it was actually a women that appeared to be holding on to a water logged crate for dear life, however the state of the women was terrible as Breya scanned over her body and saw she was absolutely filthy, her skin was nearly a ghostly white and her breathing was shallow to the point she could say she could stop breathing at any moment. Despite being a revolutionary Breya was not one to save someone just because she was a good person but rather they all served her greater purpose, however as she looked over the women she felt some type of connection as she looked starved and her body was quickly losing heat due to the rain, it was out of her character but Breya decided that this women needed to be saved.
Breya quickly took off her jacket that despite being in the rain the inside's were still dry because of how thick the jacket was before putting it over the women, she would then slowly pick her up until she held her in her arms and then started running towards a small log cabin that seemed abandoned that she noticed on her way to the shore, she would speak to the woman as she ran, "Oi! Stay with me lady, your not dieing on my watch, you hear me!?" Breya would only increase her speed further until she arrived at the cabin now with her own body soaked by the rain. She quickly kicked the door right open to find that she was right and it was abandoned, she quickly found that the cabin had a fireplace with wood logs and a small can of gas nearby and the place still seemed to be furnished as if whoever lived here hadn't been gone long which made her smile as it was a situation she could work, Breya quickly took one log and started to roll another on top to create a spark of fire, once a small fire had started she placed the log in the fireplace and grabbed to small can of gas and started to pour it around the small fire and spreaded it to the surrounding wood making a warm fire she could feel even as she backed away, she then went over to grab the woman who she had left at the door and brought her as close to the fire as she could get without burning her before taking a seat behind her as she watched over her for any other signs that could prove fatal.
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Post by Locke on Jul 13, 2018 3:17:20 GMT -5
It was cold. All Locke could feel, aside from the gradual terror of her nightmarish recent weeks or so, was the embrace of death, and a gentle light started to grow. Not the afterlife, she could tell that it was... warm, real warmth, it felt like a body holding her close, and as the other person seemed to move her her arms and whole body started to ache.
Aching, was good. It meant that the girl was still alive, and as she infiltrated the "abandoned" house, Breya could feel the life in her arms grow stronger, the girl actually moved on her own! That's a good sign, as she seemed to get slowly better just in her arms. "Oi! Stay with -- --dy, yo-- -ot d--ing on my watch, you hear me!?" Locke would hear the unfamiliar voice call as she feels the jostling.
The inside of the Cabin, it seemed outfitted for fishing, though there was a tea-pot over the cold ashes of the fire, it was, as you expected, very very cold, and empty... Tea would help anyone warm up, along with fire. She'd see a few gashes starting to scar over, that were not QUITE infected thanks to the salt in them, ironically enough. She had a few bumps and bruises on her legs and arms, and a black eye.. but was mostly uninjured otherwise.
As the fire warms her chilly bones, the green-haired girl starts to cough, eyes opening and then shutting closed, as she continues, all the salt in her body dried her out... and the salt water in her lungs was soon expelled onto the floor.
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Post by sirenslullaby on Jul 20, 2018 22:27:58 GMT -5
As time slowly passed by with Breya watching over the unknown women while her head was nestled between her thigh's she began to notice arm movement,"Good, at least we know your not dead." Breya would say jokingly hoping the girl could hear the sound of her voice. Breya began to notice quite a few gashes over the women's body among lighter wounds that were slightly beginning to scar up, she would try to guess where the mysterious women came from although she at least know she had been lost at sea for quite a few days and she was actually impressed a sea king or anything else didn't see her floating about and think she was a fish.
Breya lightly lifted the women's head off her thighs and moved towards the cabin's kitchen, luckily it had still been somewhat stocked and Breya found something unexpected but useful, a bottle of Manuka honey. Smiling at the discover Breya wasted no time in grabbing a spoon from the kitchen along with a small jar of sugar before making her way back to the women, "Don't worry we're going to get those gashes some love to stop any infections." Breya would say out loud to the women before pouring a quarter of the bottle into the empty teapot that had been over the fireplace before she arrived, she then placed it over the fire and begun to wait for it to heat up.
Not long after the women begun to cough and Breya would get closer as she begun to open and close her eyes, she had coughed several times before eventually, she would turn over vomiting what looked like a copious amount of liquid, most likely salty sea water. Breya took the now ready teapot filled with honey into her hand and put it on the floor, she then went into her bag and took a lathering stick and dip the end into the hot honey before speaking, "Well I'm glad your awake, sorry in advance by the way" As soon as she finished speaking Breya pinned the women down applying the hot honey over her gashes forcibly, although the hot honey would potentially burn just a little, it would soon cooldown preventing outside bacteria while also preventing any infections from growing or keep growing while the body fought them off.
Right after she was done she let the women go and throw the lathering stick into the fire, she then took out a small bottle of water from her bag and poured it into the teapot with the hot honey before mixing it in together with a couple spoon's of sugar and then poured some of its contents into the now empty water bottle for the women to drink, Breya then curled her legs upwards to hug them before asking, "So, what's your name? My name is Breya."
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Post by Locke on Jul 21, 2018 3:13:42 GMT -5
Her head was resting o a unexpected place, as the few seconds of awakening seemed to take hours in Locke's mind, she half believed she was saved by an angel. The contrast between her purple and black hair was... honestly striking, ironic for the girl that had natural green hair, but she still admired it. Her own Amber eyes look into her saviors, before suddenly things start going way too fast! She nods, barely at the remark "Good, at least we know your not dead."She was left alone for just a second as she seemed to gather honey, heating it in the pot above the warmth that brought her from the brink of death. Her stomach, seemed just as full of seawater as her lungs did, and already she felt the urge to cough it up, and get that out of her system too, but as she was focused on trying to control her stomach, she watches the woman grab the heated honey. When she next saw her from how FAST she seemed to move, all of a sudden, burning sticky feelings filled the now really hurting wounds, making her loose control again and quickly turning towards a random empty pot that seemed close-by and emptied the contents of her stomach into it, almost choking on her bile as she felt another wound get filled with honey...
The sweet, sweet need of non salty water hit her like a truck, as Locke grabs the bottle, as fast as she could, before starting to drink it slowly, knowing she could just make herself sick again from downing all of it in one gulp... Plus, it was so refreshing, something other than simple travel biscuits and maybe some dried jerky, with her watered down grog.
The girl seemed to stop assaulting her with hot honey though, and started to ask what most people do when they apparently save someone's life. Her name... "I'm.. Locke..." She whispers out of her crackly, sore, throat and lips between sips. She didn't look like anyone she knew, not anyone from home, her teacher th- "Wait, w-where am I... A-Are you a part of the Pirates that kidnapped me? Fear was, reasonably, showing in her eyes as she asked this.
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Post by sirenslullaby on Jul 22, 2018 15:53:20 GMT -5
Once Breya applied the hot honey to the girl's wounds it seemed to trigger something as she vomited up what she was sure was salty sea water even more into one of the many empty pots into the captain, Breya simply waited until she was done. The women simply took the water bottle now full with honey sweet tea from Breya's hand and started to drink it slowly albeit with beastly thirst as she was sure after vomiting her body was lacking proper liquid in its system.
Finally, the women seemed to be aware enough to answer her question, "I'm.. Locke..." Her voice was cracked and she still looks thirty but it seemed other things were on her mind as she immediately became fearful asking her a question, "Wait, w-where am I... A-Are you a part of the Pirates that kidnapped me?" Breya took the empty water bottle and filling it back up with more liquid and than handed it back to Locke while answering her question, "Your on Dawn Island in East blue, and no I am not a pirate." Breya got up and moved towards the kitchen quickly searching before she found a can of honey baked beans and poured its contents into a pot while she spoke, "If your wondering how you got here, you washed up on shore while I just happened to be doing my exercise's, you looked to be in pretty bad shape so I simply took you here to mend your wounds." After a few minutes, the beans were warm and she took it off the fire and poured half of it back into the can while handing her one of the kitchen forks for her to eat something to regain her strength.
"So, are you in trouble or something? Usually, people don't just wash up on the shore nearly dead without a story to tell." To be truthful Breya didn't care very much, but perhaps the women had some information that could be used towards the revolutionary armies goals so it was worth asking.
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Post by Locke on Jul 24, 2018 2:03:55 GMT -5
Well.. she wasn't familiar, but she was clearly still not a foe. as she hears the woman talk about how they were in the East Blue... "I... I'm still here, In the Eats blue, at least" She sighs, happily as she seems to close her eyes for a few seconds. Hearing the girl talk, warmth returning to her body as she continues to drink some of the honey-water.
The Greenette would turn to see the girl seem to be scouring the place for food... speaking of food, the girl's stomach growls, loudly as she blushes... Soon the scent of warming baked beans follies the small cabin, and Iris would tell her how she got here. "Oh... I-I see." After a bit, she'd be mostly done with her water once more, and the now half can of warm food was quickly and gratefully accepted by Locke. "Thank you I'm starving." She'd admit before taking a few large bites... man this stuff was better than old jerky and dry biscuits.
The next question from her new acquaintance, was no unexpected... Heck, Locke would ask her the same question if the rolls were reversed. "I.. was kidnapped, by a group of pirates, and I've been forced to work as their "Blacksmith" for months now. I had to re-enforce the masts, clean and sharpen their weapons... That is.. I-I'm guessing a day, or so before you found me." She'd shovel a few more of the sweet flavored beans into her mouth, before chewing and swallowing. "There was a storm..a large one, when it turns out the metal fittings they had me add to she ship, attracted lightning. She seems to grow a bit pale again. "I'm lucky to have washed up here, or anywhere, really.."
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