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Feb 25, 2021 15:22:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2021 15:22:51 GMT -7
January 8, 2026 @deva
Bjorn wasn’t surprised by what she said, though it didn’t make him happy. It only meant his intuition was right. If they were getting closer in the glass, and were already close, then he knew they were just shy of the danger. Not that he hadn’t faced a mutiny before. It was simply the timing of her being here for it that put him on edge and his inability to properly handle the situation if it did happen. He set the glass back in the box, letting out a slow breath.
”Your optimism is much appreciated...” he answered, though his tone of voice said she was woefully misguided in the thought. He reached out to place a hand at the back of her neck and kissed her forehead. Despite his current state, he knew if something did happen she wouldn’t be able to resolve it. Though, neither could he. He needed Lotten or Luthien.
Which, now rhat his head was a little clearer from pain relief, reminded him. ”Who went on shore, Deva? Lotten or Melody?” he didn’t use Luthien’s actual name as Deva would probably freak at knowing an azkaban escaped prisoner was on the crew. A discussion he was not keen to have right now. But depending on how she answered it would change how he handled this situation.
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Feb 26, 2021 0:27:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2021 0:27:39 GMT -7
It was clear that he wasn't very optimistic but in all honesty, neither was Deva. The main difference was that she didn't want the option of danger for him, he already was in plenty of it without facing a potential mutiny. Not to mention she didn't want him to end up land locked either, it wouldn't make him happy nor would it be quite safe. She sighed deeply but she wasn't going to argue, she knew he was right. She smiled a little as he kissed her forehead, a more genuine smile, even if the worry didn't leave her face. At least the potions were kicking in.
He asked who went on shore and she looked out the window for a moment. He asked if it was Melody or Lotten. She turned back to him, biting her lip slightly. "Lotten is upstairs, she's taking care of business. Guess that means Melody is out looking for a cure." She looked at him, more than a little worried. Now that they were on the topic.... "Do you think she'll manage? I'm not sure if I met her but they said she went alone." They both knew the island was very unpredictable and dangerous. It was hard to say if she'd make it back for Deva, as she wasn't sure if she'd met the woman.
@bjorn
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Mar 2, 2021 18:55:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2021 18:55:53 GMT -7
January 8, 2026 @deva
Bjorn hadn't realized he was tense until she spoke, mentioning Lotten was up on deck and that it must have been Melody going on shore. But hearing those words actually made his shoulders relax. While Luthien was without a doubt insane, she'd explored Yrisle a number of times over the past few days (and came back a little more messed up each time, but that was another problem). If any of his crew would be fine on Yrisle alone, it was Luthien. Luthien was also ruthless. As Deva spoke, silently voicing some concern Bjorn couldn't help but smirk just a little. "She'll more then manage. Others would slow her down." It also meant that his current right hand, Lotten was on board. So there was still authority on the ship. Good. That was one potential crisis averted. With Lotten around a full on mutiny was much less likely. That didn't sole the problem of those brave souls in the foe-glass...
With a grunt he pushed himself off the bed and onto his feet. His head swam, and he almost lost his balance, but he miraculously managed to remain standing. He needed to get a message to Lotten... But how? He didn't trust Deva to go deliver it for him (not because he didn't trust Deva, but because he didn't trust certain members of the crew not to take advantage of her presence alone). But he doubted she'd let him go, nor did he feel he had the strength to. His eyes scanned his cabin, trying to think of something. THen, he looked at Deva. "Your ministry. They use enchanted memos, yes? Do you know how to do it?"
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Mar 3, 2021 13:00:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2021 13:00:04 GMT -7
His face at the mention of her concerns was interesting. He seemed almost happy and not in the least bit concerned about the safety of this Melody, soon adding that she'd likely only be slowed down by other people. Deva raised an eyebrow for a moment, curious what she'd done to inspire that much faith in her abilities with how short the island had been known. Six very short (but hectic) days and he already believed she was plenty capable of dealing with this strange island on her own? "I'll take your word for it, in that case." She said, not quite doubtful but not fully convinced either. She wanted to believe it desperately, which made it smart not to do so in haste. It was better to keep ones self somewhat guarded from disappointment, even though right now that was a dreadful option.
He got up and Deva instantly protested. "Bjorn! Please lie down, you're not healthy enough! She objected firmly, gently holding to him in hopes of steadiying him. He then asked her if she knew the memos used in the ministry and she nodded. "I can send one, but not if you're going to be racing about." She said strictly and gave him a stern look, demanding he retreated back into the bed. "You need rest Bjorn. I don't care how much business you have, I'll make sure you can take care of it from the bed while resting." She said, almost in annoyance. She wasn't going to let him die so easily. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow and tapping her foot impatiently for a moment to make a statement, even as she motioned her wand so that paper, quill and ink were flying towards Bjorn. He could compose the message and she could get it sent. She wanted to wait until he was back in bed and resting but she took the threat he felt a little too seriously for that. Still, she wasn't going to let him wear himself out while he was still this sick. She'd do just about anything that wasn't a further threat to his health to accomplish that.
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Mar 16, 2021 14:08:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2021 14:08:06 GMT -7
January 8, 2026 @deva
Being upright, despite the potions.... was a challenge. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, what little color he'd regained from resting must have drained from his face. Though, he tried not to show it. Tried not to appear weak. Deva's concerns were valid. He shouldn't be moving, and trying to "work". But he knew his crew, and he knew a few members were probably planning to raise some hell with him being bedridden. WHile Luthien being the one to try and find an antidote was a good sign in terms of her knowing the island well, it also meant that one of his most violent, but loyal, crewmates, was not on board. The type of person that would have stopped a mutiny before it even left a traitorous crewmates lips. While he trusted Lotten to act similarly, Lotten was only one person. Which was why he needed to warn her to put any arrising issues to rest immediately. She had to bring the crew back in line before they felt any more emboldened.
He glanced down at Deva, offering her a faint smile as she demanding he rest. Like she was scolding a child. Finally het let out a breath in defeat. While he would prefer to admit he was just appeasing her, really he knew he was giving in because he could feel his legs starting to weaken. So, he relented and slowly sat back down on the bed. He hadn't realized how much strength it had taken to get up in the first place until he sat back down. He closed his eyes, breathing a little heavily, before swallowing hard. "You can write it," he finally answered. He needed to trust Deva in this moment. "Tell her.... To keep the leash tight." It was a simple phrase, but it's meaning would be clear to anyone. She had to keep the crew in line.
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Mar 17, 2021 14:30:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2021 14:30:05 GMT -7
Deva kept a concerned eye on out Bjorn, but calmed down a little as he sat down again. She nodded and wrote the note, using the literal words he used. Keep the leash tight. She enchanted the piece of paper and walked to the window, opening it and sending the memo out to his sister. She figured it was better than the door, since he'd been so adamant about her locking it. She closed the window and walked back to the bed where Bjorn was. "Sent." She said simply as she sat down besides him and pulled the sheets back over him again. "Now please rest." She said, bordering somewhere between worried, frustrated and completely foolishly in love with the man before her. She put her wand on the bedside table and sat on the edge with him, curling up as much as she could, softly stroking his head and brushing the hair out of his face. "Tell me what happened, or about what happened." She said softly. It was important she knew at least the general outline, in her mind.
If she knew what happened she could at least try to take better care of him and see if there was anything she could do to help slow the poison or cure it, even though it seemed obvious that his life was in the hands of the girl on the island. While Deva wasn't too fond of the idea she knew that if he trusted the girl, she had to as well. She felt his forehead for a moment and bit her lip. "How long ago did you get poisoned?" She then asked, since the atmosphere on deck had been very tense compared to what she usually experienced on board. It suggested this wasn't something super new that everybody was trying to figure out. It was more like this had been going for longer than she'd known and people were waiting to see how it would end. Well, she was only allowing this to end with him being alive and well on board of his ship and if people thought they could change that she'd..... well something!
@bjorn
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May 30, 2021 0:19:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 30, 2021 0:19:07 GMT -7
January 8, 2026 @deva
Bjorn focused on breathing as she wrote the letter, enchanted it, and sent it out the window. He shifted so he was laying on the bed, his head against the pillow. He felt winded, and worn, as if the few movements from before had drained all that was left of his strength. While the potions were helping with the pain in his arms and clear some of the fever fog in his head it did little to return his strength... or settle is worry. Why, oh why, did they bring Deva to the ship now.... In harm's way when he couldn't protect her?
Soon, Deva returned to the bed and he didn't protest when she told him to rest. He just gave her a weak smile, before closing his eyes. Well, it wasn't all bad that she was here. He couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather take care of him during such a vulnerable time. This especially showed how much he trusted Deva, as there were very few people he would ever trust near him in this sort of moment. In fact, there were very few people that he could trust like this. His sisters, Luthien, Ri, and Deva. Hell, Bjorn wouldn't even trust his own father to be around at a moment like this simply due to the fact that he did not show his father weakness.
Though, Deva was speaking again, and it took a moment for him to open his eyes and focus on what she was asking. Ah, what happened. "A herbologist didn't want to follow the rules and opened their specimen jar on deck." He explained. It was a simple explanation, but it covered the jist. "Open jars like to spill." He added as a final thought. The exact details of the acid water and the slimy plant clinging to his arms seemed unnecessary as even he didn't fully understand the details. But it was his theory that the plant was poisonous, and the acid burns had only helped the poison get into his blood stream faster. Though as to how long ago... that took him a moment to remember. "Evening of the sixth," he answered. That would make it a day and a half until he'd collapsed, now two days from when he'd been exposed. A slow moving poison, it would seem. But very potent once it started to work.
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Jun 21, 2021 7:56:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2021 7:56:16 GMT -7
It had taken plenty of time and effort but the solution was as random and chaotic as the darned island itself seemed to be. So after a few hours, another encounter with the weird fog and a few minor injuries later, Luthien was on her way back to the ship holding a jar of... well, mulch. A thick paste like substance with a beyond horrible smell. If her sources were correct (which they were likely to be since they had been the very odd creatures that were the local population) it would smell a lot better to her Captain. Especially since he was quite far along the process of well... dying. The locals had taken a bit of time in explaining at first which didn't work since their language was a mess to her and Luthien didn't have the time to learn it properly but in the end the two had managed half a communication and they'd just give her the jar of mulch she currently carried with her. They had told her that if it didn't smell good, she shouldn't use it. Or well, that was the best she could make of it. She shook her head as she mused the impossibility of the mess.
As she arrived on deck she noticed a few things rather quickly. The place was tense and thoughts were on treason. In irritation (because honestly, the day hadn't been that great to start with) her eyes flared bright red and her appearance took on a more demonic edge, as it often did when she needed to show people that she was not to be meddled with. She looked at the crowd, picking their thoughts from their heads. It didn't take her too long to locate the main antagonist and with a swift motion she lodged a bullet into his leg. She walked over, the mulch jar in one hand, the gun in the other. She kneeled beside the groaning idiot and pushed the tip of the gun against the entry would forcefully. She could feel a sharp pain shoot through her own leg but ignored it. She was somewhat used to ignoring pain. "Keep on that train and next time I'll aim better." She said in an almost sugary voice. Then she got up and headed towards the captains quarters as her appearanced settled on that she wore on the main land. It was better that way, considering his girlfriend was supposed to be around. Honestly, pirates were a dumb bunch if they thought crossing Bjorn was smart when both his sister was on the ship and she herself was anywhere nearby. Unlike them, her loyalty did not waver by sake of profit. She briefly knocked. "I have one jar of goop that ought to work and I swear by the gods I'll break the door down if you don't open it." She said. It didn't take long for the timid girl to open the door. "Lock it again." Luthien said shortly after entering and the girl did as instructed as Luthien approached Bjorn and rolled her eyes. "Next time, pride aside. I had to shoot a perfectly functional guy to get some of the more stupid ideas to vacate his brain." She said in annoyance, not caring that his girlfriend made a small noise that suggested she was not liking what she heard. "He'll be fine, more or less." She threw at the girl before stuffing the jar of mulch in his face. "Please tell me this does not smell like sewage to you because the locals do not speak a single full sentence of English." She said, waiting for his reply.
@bjorn
(nearly fin? You can round it off I think? If it smells good, she applies it to the injuries and he'll feel better in like... minutes xD Which ofc it will because she knows what she's doing.... sorta... ya know)
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