Recent content by Emilie

Emilie laughed. It was a rare thing lately, but the thought of her as a pirate was too amusing not to. "Well. If I survive Asha, maybe I'll join you." she said with a shrug as she straightened her hat with a smirk. Her brows rose at the sight of Mako and her eyes rolled as she made her own...

“Yes.. It is his fault.” She said as she glanced to Mako. “But had he not carved this curse into my shoulder, I’d be dead.” She huffed sharply. “I’ll probably wind up that way anyway, I know it’s stupid. But If there was any other way we’d do it..” Em smiled as the Captain agreed to help and...

Em winced slightly at Amara's response and her arms folded across her stomach, chewing on her lip until she decided to speak up. "We know its a lot to ask.. But you can't possibly understand what its like. Asha and her crew are hunting reckoners, they killed my father and they're looking for us...

Em wiped the frothy moustache from her upper lip and frowned at him. "What good's a bow going to do me on a ship of pirates armed with knives and swords?" she asked incredulously. "Sure you're a pirate?.." her head tilted and she gave a light smirk. She threaded her way back through the crowd...

Emilie rubbed at her temples, feeling the dull ache build. This was a disaster. "Fuck it. Alright." she huffed and shook her head. "Not like I have anything to lose. Either we succeed or someone puts me out of my misery." she shrugged. She took another long drink and set the empty tankard down...

Em's head shook in confusion. "But, if she has men out hunting for reckoners, won't she know what we are?" she asked quietly. "What if she already knows what we look like?"

"A fleet?...Shit." Emilie's head fell into her hands with a huff. It was a suicide mission. "I don't know how to do this stuff. My father was a fucking carpenter and I worked in taverns for shits sake.." she growled as she rubbed at her face and looked up at him with a shrug, her shoulder...

"Would you stop looking so worried." she frowned, leaning forward with a quick glance to make sure he hadn't gathered any attention. She nodded at his suggestion, however. "I'm assuming the sort of friends that we'll find here are going to want something for their troubles, and I don't have...

"Well, apparently she's out hunting reckoners.." she muttered with a wary glance around. "So either we kill her or she kills us." she shrugged. "And I'm assuming she has more that those cronies out looking. We might need some help." For now they were lost in the crowds, Em's hand grasping...

Emilie's head shook. "Way I see it, if you don't tell us we'll kill you, if you do then at least you have some chance of getting out before she finds out." she reasoned, but Mako's reasoning tactics were a little more persuasive. The man's answer caused Em a little more confusion and she...

Emilie winced at the sound of Mako's hand colliding with the delirious man's face, but it had at least served to wake him up. She caught Mako's eye and nodded. Right, questions. How did you ask where someone was when you didn't know who you were looking for in the first place? She did feel the...

Emilie help her injured hand against her chest as he helped her up. "I'm alright." she answered, her chest still shuddering with each breath. She looked over his face, her gaze snagging on the rising welt that was already bruising. "You?" she frowned, dropping her gaze to check him for any...

Em jolted at the sound, her eyes wide as she looked up in time for the lantern to smash into the man's face. The second her hand was free she pulled it against her chest and grabbed the blade with the other before scrambling back into a darkened corner. One minute they were surrounded and the...

"Mako!" she bleated in panic as he disappeared down the stairs, her dagger already in her hand as she rushed to the top of them and half stumbled down after him, stopping half way and ducking to see what the hell was going on. She pointed her dagger at the one who towered over Mako, a brute of...

Emilie paused as Mako told her something wasn't right and she frowned, looking around in confusion. "What?" she'd asked, but he was already insisting that he go first and drawing a blade. She hadn't noticed anything particularly strange, but her instincts weren't as finely tuned as his were. If...