just-saintly:

micktherook:

[…The only thing Mick had realized was his lack of sleep found him trying to elegantly phrase his plans, as well as the way he talked to himself with in his head. He patted the bed slightly as he was fidgety, trying to sit still on the edge had begun difficult shortly after the wounded male, Gale,…

“Woah Mick… one thing at a time.” Saintly laughed quietly and patted him lightly on the back. All he was saying though was with out a doubt the truth, and she was not sure if she was hating herself yet because of it or if she was just not caring in general. She still had no clue why she was going to London other then the fact she like the idea of adventuring some place new, even if it was a big city. 

“I don’t know why I am going, there is just something about Sherlock… maybe I want to open his mind. Sure, he is smart as hell but he has no beliefs in things that can not be explained by science, like my fire for example, it is just a giant illusion to him. And when we got attacked by Golems the other day, he kind of just shut down. Also, some new clothes and weapons would be nice.” Saintly would laugh quietly again at the last part, realizing just how girly she was sounding.

“Oh Mick…” She went to shove him over, but he had already planted his ass and she just shook her head instead. “So long as you keep my ship in one piece, stay out of my expensive rums, or at least keep everyone else out, I suppose you can have some, then you can have at it with supplies and crew.” She turned completely now to face him, a soft smile on her face. “I like you Mick, and I kept you alive because I had a good feeling about you, even if we did clash for a long period of time, but I trust you now and you are perfect to captain this ship whilst I am away.” She put a tight hand on his shoulder “Clear?”

Finally finishing his stretching, Cahin walked over and sat down behind Mick and saintly, placing a hand on both of their backs, before leaning forward and taking turns to grin at both of them. “Yooouuuu know, I could always stay and keep Mick company, he uh, might need some one to watch his guns!” He kept grinning as he got reall close to the side of Mick’s face before backing off again. “I’m just messing with yous, I have to protect Capteeen.”

He is cute though… Cahin though silently to himself. “Well, my things are ready, not that I have much to begin with. So if you would like, I could find the man beast and let him know that we can depart as soon as Gale wakes him, and inform on whats going on with the ship?” 

just-saintly:

They still felt like they were on fire, even though they had been out for quite some time now. “No merman to heal them this time.” She giggled to herself, hopping out from her bed and walking across the room to her wobbly, little table to fetch her wraps. She had gotten used to bandaging her own…

It would just so happen that as Saintly appeared from her chambers, Cahin was heading below deck. Of course, he was fully clothes again, and every time he moved, the bells on the three tiers of his hat ran quietly. So, unless it was silent, which it most certainly was not, they could not be heard. But I knew they were there, I could hear them, I can always hear them. Cahin though to himself, giggling quietly as he skipped down the steps.

He had set about fetching the brooms, and the mops and the water pails, not even thinking about how he was going to carry them all on his tiny frame, let alone get them back on deck. Somehow though, he managed, well, that was until he reached that last step, questioned himself and missed, dropping everything and tumbling back. The only noise uttered was an awful shriek.

mermaid-queen-tamara:

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

“S-Saintl..y!” Cahin tried to sound excited for everything, that it was over, that the ship was in one piece, that they were all alive, at least on said ship, but could not see his captain and what was left of his good mood, faltered and fell flat, like missing a top…

Cahin giggled lightly as he leanded into the palm of her hand a but then pulled away. He kind of like the attention, like not being the usual circus freak he was used tom and he and Saintly had been through a lot tonight. He knew she was going to London, and wondered if she would take him with her. Of course it would be an odd request, I could never ask that! He thought to himself, smiling at her once more. 

“Yees! Yees! They are fine!” He grinned now, then quickly whipped his head around, scanning the deck for his hat and mask, then frowned as he looked out to all the still frozen golems. “We are going to have to get rid of those, aren’t we?” He smiled turned to a noticeable frown and he looked back at her.

“Tamara!” Saintly turned her head to the woman, and with a gesturing motion and waved her over. “You completely missed the attack.” She pointed out to all the stone statues that littered the deck, that Cahin was currently frowning about. She turned back to the male for a moment. “Yes Cahin, we are going to have to get rid of them, throw them over board I suppose, but rest yet. I will take care of it soon.”

She smiled again at him, then turned her attention back to the mermaid. “The Raven is sinking as we speak. I have yet to find out the damage aboard the other ships, I imagine I’ll make a trip over there tomorrow or something. …Now, are you alright?”

*Tamara swallowe hard and walked over to hug her friend* OH dear! I missed all the fun! *She said with a slight smirk, but she was actually really shocked about all the mess and the things that had happened without her knowing*

I’m sorry I couldn’t be a help in any way. But I found myself below deck, sleeping or passed out. Whatever. I just don’t know why. *She then quickly turned to Cahin and smiled*

I like your green hair and the scars make you special and unique. *She said softly before turning back to her friend*

“But Saintly…” He made a pouting look as he did not feel like moving the dead weight at the moment, and seeing as things were said and done, he figured they would not have too. He smiled though as the two hugged then nodded to Tamara, blushing slightly.

“It must be a woman thing to like scars” He laughed lightly and scratched at the back of his head, much like Saintly did, thought it wasn’t like his knives were in his hands to clink together,

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

“S-Saintl..y!” Cahin tried to sound excited for everything, that it was over, that the ship was in one piece, that they were all alive, at least on said ship, but could not see his captain and what was left of his good mood, faltered and fell flat, like missing a top…

Cahin giggled lightly as he leanded into the palm of her hand a but then pulled away. He kind of like the attention, like not being the usual circus freak he was used tom and he and Saintly had been through a lot tonight. He knew she was going to London, and wondered if she would take him with her. Of course it would be an odd request, I could never ask that! He thought to himself, smiling at her once more. 

“Yees! Yees! They are fine!” He grinned now, then quickly whipped his head around, scanning the deck for his hat and mask, then frowned as he looked out to all the still frozen golems. “We are going to have to get rid of those, aren’t we?” He smiled turned to a noticeable frown and he looked back at her.

“S-Saintl..y!” Cahin tried to sound excited for everything, that it was over, that the ship was in one piece, that they were all alive, at least on said ship, but could not see his captain and what was left of his good mood, faltered and fell flat, like missing a top step and landing on your face. “What’s wrong Capteen?” He cooed quietly, coming to sit on her knees beside her as she was laying on her back.

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

Where had it come from? Had they taken some kind of hit?! I wondered, the flames having completely taken him off guard, and what a worse time for him to have been distracted as his leg got caught up in the massive stone hand and was flung into the air to let drop again. Ah, but I was smarter then…

“DAMNIT” Saintly yelled, falling against the rail as her ship shook. “What power…” she Muttered, trying to peer out at the Revenge, but could barely even make out the flashes of cannon fire. She had to adjust her ship, and had to line enough to fire at the Raven, she had to help the revenge… Quickly she ran for the helm, but was greeted by another stony creature. Though her heart wished to help Cahin, as well as take care of the Revenge, she had to deal with “This fuck…” first. She huffed. Where the hell is Sherlock, Logan and Gale?! She thought to herself …She would have to deal wih them later.

“Hang on Cahin!”

He could hear her voice, and felt the sickening feeling of being desperate, something he had not been in a long, long time. “That isss eeet!” Cahin howled and ran at both Golems, ducking under their swinging hands, and a knife finding its way into either one of their sternums. I knew I had to get to my capteeen, I had to help. He lept over the bodies and soon was right by her side again.

“Saintly!” I wrapped an arm around her neck and yanked her away from the creature, not we were both going to be able to take it. I had no idea what was coming to us at this point, I was just going with the motions. “Now thies would be a Carny attraction!”

“You and your Carny attractions!” Saintly laughed as the assassin pulled her away from the monster and starred up at him, not sure if she was really irritated at the fact it was standing at her helm. “I’ll distract him, as soon as you have a shot, take him out, we need to get this ship into firing position, and soon!” She smirked at him, realizing he was no longer wearing his mask and figured it had something to do with his eye sight, as well as the bells on the tips of his hat. 

“Lets do this.” She quickly kissed his cheek, it was a good luck thing, and then threw forward both of her arms, creating another vortex and aiming it dead at the creatures chest… “GO!”

“Soooo that eees where the fire came from!” Cahin grinned like the idiot he was, he knew he was, though in a sickening, almost distasteful way. He watched as the fire swirled from the woman’s body, of all the things he had seen while traveling in the carnival, this was not one of them. Pirates could make their own show I thought, and then continued to think that they were putting it on now, it was just not the kind on traveled and for moneys sake, then again, they did plunder. “Boy, I’m just all kinds of contradicting myself” He hissed under his breath.

“THERE!” He leapt up, to the rail of the steps, glad he was a good balancing act, then jumped over the fire, and rolling to protect himself. Getting to a knee, he turned on it swiftly, muttering nonsense under his breath as he held his knives firmly. The creature was stumbling back and he had his shot. He jumped up on the wheel, balanced again, and then jumped from that, landing on the creatures arm, where he wrapped his legs tightly around, and in an opposite of each other, horizontal motion, slashed at the throat, cutting what he hoped was near half way and lept back away.

“Finish him Saintly!” The request was almost desperate sounding.

Saintly’s breathing grew fast, she was exerting herself far to much, Gale’s little attack that morning had really screwed her, she needed her breathing to be maintained, it was the only way she could properly focus and here she was being drained. “Dammit Gale!” She gasped her flames dying out and she caught a glimpse of Cahin’s desperate look. 

Firmly gripping Damocles in both hands she could feel it for once, feel the popwer of the Gods surge through her, though it could have just been her getting confident, and lusting for the death of this creature and to get on with her plans, as well as to impress the assassin. That in mind she lunged forward, the waved blade arcing up as she ran it from the jaw, through the soft and hard pallet of it’s mouth, up through the skull and finally out the top of its head. She twisted the fierce blade and then ripped it back out, the rocky golem crumbling before the two of them.

“Mind the steps, I’m getting this baby into position” She gave Cahin a quick smile and then firmly grabbed the helm and began trying to get closer to the Raven. 

“Wh-what was that noise?”
Cahin looked down, his hands were quickly knocking his knives together and they were making a clinking noise. He was being fidgety, that was unlike him. He was antsy as he watched Saintly, he was not the idiot he thought he was a moment ago, something was wrong with her. “Why is the fire disappearing?!” I didn’t understand! I yelled at myself.

“It’s okay Cahin! “It’s okay!” He was telling himself as a rather large grin spread across his face as he saw Saintly’s blade pierce the creatures skull. “And Iv’e been told MY lust for death is sickening!” He screeched, running over to her and patting her lightly on the back as he turned before the steps and folded his arms over his chest, daggers pointing in an upwards manner like the man on a tomb of a sarcophagus.

“Iv’e got your back Capteeen!”

Saintly gripped the helm hard, she was not about to drop her sails to move a few feet, though she knew she could use the rocking waved to her advantage and would do so. She grinned as she could see the ships much better now. The fog seemed to be moving with the water… maybe.. she thought, that this was a sign of things looking up for them. 

“Finally!” She gasped. Bringing her hand up to rub her throat as she had a moment now that the ship was beginning to move, it was better this way anyhow so she could keep it steady. “Almost there, Cahin, almost!” She was close now, not wanting her ship to parallel to it, so the Pearl could come in and they could form some sort of firing triangle, and unleash their kind of hell on the Raven. 

“At mark! Tell the Russians to fire!”

“Yees!” Cahin jumped over the steps and landed on his feet nearly perfectly and then dashed down the steps to the gunnery. He did not spend much time below decks, but when he did, he spent it exploring every nook and cranny of the gunnery as well as the storage room and the small closet the Saintly made into a little armory after a supposed gypsy attack, or so I had heard.

“THE CAPTEEEN WANTS CANNONS! GIVE HER CANNONS!” Cahin stormed into the gunnery, yelling the orders before he had even entered the room. The men of course looked at him like he was crazy, but they knew what was going on above, and then set about firing on the Raven, at which Cahin took his leave and returned to Saintly. He was quickly growing quite fond of the woman. 

“Of course you know they are firing, you can see them! You can hear them!”

xperishx:

omg. i just ..love her . 

CAHA!

thesmilingknife:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

don’t sit idle! Come play! Now or later, or whenever! WE could put on a show! 

We could put on a show, we could alight the skies of Roma with our antics, or do more across the world. I miss France sometimes, Cahin. I miss our home. I miss Caha. Where is Caha.

I am outside Egypt now! We go [or will go] Everywhere! It is a ship, limitless boundaries!!!
Caha? No Caha here… sadly no Caha. Roma shits better not have touched her!

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

just-saintly:

sneakyharlequin-cahin:

Where had it come from? Had they taken some kind of hit?! I wondered, the flames having completely taken him off guard, and what a worse time for him to have been distracted as his leg got caught up in the massive stone hand and was flung into the air to let drop again. Ah, but I was smarter then…

“DAMNIT” Saintly yelled, falling against the rail as her ship shook. “What power…” she Muttered, trying to peer out at the Revenge, but could barely even make out the flashes of cannon fire. She had to adjust her ship, and had to line enough to fire at the Raven, she had to help the revenge… Quickly she ran for the helm, but was greeted by another stony creature. Though her heart wished to help Cahin, as well as take care of the Revenge, she had to deal with “This fuck…” first. She huffed. Where the hell is Sherlock, Logan and Gale?! She thought to herself …She would have to deal wih them later.

“Hang on Cahin!”

He could hear her voice, and felt the sickening feeling of being desperate, something he had not been in a long, long time. “That isss eeet!” Cahin howled and ran at both Golems, ducking under their swinging hands, and a knife finding its way into either one of their sternums. I knew I had to get to my capteeen, I had to help. He lept over the bodies and soon was right by her side again.

“Saintly!” I wrapped an arm around her neck and yanked her away from the creature, not we were both going to be able to take it. I had no idea what was coming to us at this point, I was just going with the motions. “Now thies would be a Carny attraction!”

“You and your Carny attractions!” Saintly laughed as the assassin pulled her away from the monster and starred up at him, not sure if she was really irritated at the fact it was standing at her helm. “I’ll distract him, as soon as you have a shot, take him out, we need to get this ship into firing position, and soon!” She smirked at him, realizing he was no longer wearing his mask and figured it had something to do with his eye sight, as well as the bells on the tips of his hat. 

“Lets do this.” She quickly kissed his cheek, it was a good luck thing, and then threw forward both of her arms, creating another vortex and aiming it dead at the creatures chest… “GO!”

“Soooo that eees where the fire came from!” Cahin grinned like the idiot he was, he knew he was, though in a sickening, almost distasteful way. He watched as the fire swirled from the woman’s body, of all the things he had seen while traveling in the carnival, this was not one of them. Pirates could make their own show I thought, and then continued to think that they were putting it on now, it was just not the kind on traveled and for moneys sake, then again, they did plunder. “Boy, I’m just all kinds of contradicting myself” He hissed under his breath.

“THERE!” He leapt up, to the rail of the steps, glad he was a good balancing act, then jumped over the fire, and rolling to protect himself. Getting to a knee, he turned on it swiftly, muttering nonsense under his breath as he held his knives firmly. The creature was stumbling back and he had his shot. He jumped up on the wheel, balanced again, and then jumped from that, landing on the creatures arm, where he wrapped his legs tightly around, and in an opposite of each other, horizontal motion, slashed at the throat, cutting what he hoped was near half way and lept back away.

“Finish him Saintly!” The request was almost desperate sounding.

Saintly’s breathing grew fast, she was exerting herself far to much, Gale’s little attack that morning had really screwed her, she needed her breathing to be maintained, it was the only way she could properly focus and here she was being drained. “Dammit Gale!” She gasped her flames dying out and she caught a glimpse of Cahin’s desperate look. 

Firmly gripping Damocles in both hands she could feel it for once, feel the popwer of the Gods surge through her, though it could have just been her getting confident, and lusting for the death of this creature and to get on with her plans, as well as to impress the assassin. That in mind she lunged forward, the waved blade arcing up as she ran it from the jaw, through the soft and hard pallet of it’s mouth, up through the skull and finally out the top of its head. She twisted the fierce blade and then ripped it back out, the rocky golem crumbling before the two of them.

“Mind the steps, I’m getting this baby into position” She gave Cahin a quick smile and then firmly grabbed the helm and began trying to get closer to the Raven. 

“Wh-what was that noise?”
Cahin looked down, his hands were quickly knocking his knives together and they were making a clinking noise. He was being fidgety, that was unlike him. He was antsy as he watched Saintly, he was not the idiot he thought he was a moment ago, something was wrong with her. “Why is the fire disappearing?!” I didn’t understand! I yelled at myself.

“It’s okay Cahin! “It’s okay!” He was telling himself as a rather large grin spread across his face as he saw Saintly’s blade pierce the creatures skull. “And Iv’e been told MY lust for death is sickening!” He screeched, running over to her and patting her lightly on the back as he turned before the steps and folded his arms over his chest, daggers pointing in an upwards manner like the man on a tomb of a sarcophagus.

“Iv’e got your back Capteeen!”