[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.

Comments

[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. ]