[CLOSED] Hoola wacka! Oola wacka! Something not right

[katabasis]

WHO: Gwen, Carla, Vane, Silver, Flint
WHAT: Abductions, pirates, and intrigue, oh my!
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Some Water
NOTES: For PROFESSIONAL PIRACY. Feel free to kick around your own starters beyond the two group threads I have ready to roll.

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closed to flintypoo

[sclavus]

[ when the Reaper pulls in near the sliver of an island, and a ships flying no nation's flag signals parlay, the ship Vane has been captaining and residing in the last several months sends up a response in kind - shit's not okay. the sight of another vessel was a surprise, the friendly regard to it, the same, and his eyes immediately slide to Flint and Silver.

They lied to him.

Thudding on the deck signals Vane marching toward the other captain in a way that's anything but subtle, and a hand on his bicep yanks the man back and towards the captain's quarters. once behind closed doors, Vane shoves him, nose wrinkling and lips in a snarl. ]

Who the fuck is that, and what part of alliance made you think I shouldn't have been informed?

[ he abandoned teach for this cause. he went to the gallows for it. he abandoned his friends, his ship, his crew, everything to play dead with flint, and he sailed away from a burning nascere when he wanted to do anything but, because flint decided it was the best course of action. he's committed to it, so don't put him in the fucking dark with the rest of the idiots they brought with for their muscle alone. ]

[katabasis]

[It's not exactly an altercation he can refuse, much less avoid. The heavy sound of footfalls coming down the length of the deck has Flint turning toward it in anticipation, bristling either like a cat ready to spit or with the full expectation of having to void the swing of one of Vane's heavy fists. That he merely has to suffer being hauled off to the closed cabin is, thinks the very small part of him primed for optimism, a good sign.

The rest of it - the shove, the animal growl, the clear implication of betrayal - is more or less par for the course though.

He steadies himself off the low hanging bulkhead, his other hand kept selectively distant from the knife at his belt. It's only a moment of hesitation though, the instant of time it takes for him to sure up his footing, and then he's solid once more - obstinately implacable, tone purposefully sure. Purposefully even.]

That is the Antrevida, out of Lomerryn. She is part of an effort to discourage trust between the east and the Imperium which, [forcefully, to avoid interruption] until this moment had produced no actionable result worth the danger holding that information would imply.

[sclavus]

[ the answer flint gives does very little to assuage the fury in charles, his lips pressed in a line, unwilling to step back and give the man any more personal space back, voice a growl. all the excuses he could've invented up and danger is what he goes with? ]

Really. More dangerous than standing down the Tevene Navy with our scarce handful, or a sentence to hang?

[ of all the shit vane could be expected to do, squeal on plots he's invested in is so fucking far from any of it. least of all to anyone in kirkwall or the inquisition. he hates these people (most of them), he hates this place, he wants to get back to the island as fast as they're able. if it was something that would be likely to piss him off (like Jack sending him to pick up goddamn slaves), he could at least appreciate the withholding of information, but they were planning this trip at least a couple days before setting out and it took him getting surprised by it for Flint to open his damn mouth. ]

Who the fuck'd you think I'd go telling?

[ he's neither an idiot or disloyal to this cause. both have been proven damn well enough by now. ]