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Shanael looks down at her slim hand, then takes the back of it and runs it along Sunyata's calloused one. The woman's soft skin was a complete contrast to that of the hardened pirate.

That's information that is dangerous to let float about, my dear. I'm afraid that's a fairly heavy risk for someone as simple, and vulnerable as me.
Her eyes flash, and you see that for the lie that it is.
I can help, but I would need to be taken care of, should I have to flee Quent under Redsail's wrath. For twenty gold, I can tell you what I know.
Assuming you pay her...
Captain Redsail, I know of, though he's typically seen with his skin under cover. He's a mysterious one, not known for even coming off of his flagship unless absolutely needed. And, what a sight that ship is to behold! Called "Bloodcutter", his ship has catapults, balistae, and some giant rolling cannon that spits fire! He usually came with two other ships, which were his escort - a paranoid one, some say.
I've heard that Redsail is going to make a try to become a Free Captain, by winning the Regatta that's coming up. What did you want to know about him?

Sunyata's immobile features are very hard to read, nearly inscrutable, her pale shock of silver hair against a glimmering silver skin... She looks at Shanael in a way that might be strangely piercing to some, especially if they've never been exposed or were not not accustomed to her people. Her people's gaze could be particularly intense, as if her violet eyes could pierce the veil of illusion, there was a reason her kind was almost eerie when they fixed their their gaze on something/someone.

She notes Shanael shows no discomfort at her implication of Redsail's skin, noting she knows little of him personally, meaning she hasn't bedded him. Sunyata knows well that he covers it, most warriors of stealth do. She was framing the question to checkmate Shanael to reveal if she knows anything more. Shanael clearly has some experience with her kind, she showed none of the typical discomforts people showed in her presence. That didn't just come from being a practiced wench. Her people's glimmering delicate beauty with their forceful impressive physical builds always caught the eye of other races.

Shanael, Shanael... you sure know how to draw out information to make it seem like a lot more than it really is for a pretty coin...

Sunyata knows how utterly private Redsail is, all too painfully. But she also know Shanael was testing her to see how much she could get out of her. .. hah! this one is about as vulnerable as a quietly raging sea... Well done Shaenael, well done! Good on you to get ahead in life however you can.
This was the clue, Sunyata was hoping for. Shanael told her much more than she realized... not only admitted she knew of the captain's actual whereabouts but basically confirmed he didn't frequent this place by giving her rumors she might have picked up from other sailors who talked about Redsail. This part genuinely surprised her. The Redsail she remembers was a violent aggressive viril male who was not shy to steer away from brothels... what changed?

Shanael was as fine as any polished beauty one could craft together, well-spoken, teeth were perfect, her skin was soft and inviting, she was almost too pretty to be in a brothel, she had some class to her. She had an elegance. If she wasn't so totally calculated and practice Sunyata might have even felt drawn to her, but this kind of woman tended to be rather transparent to Sunyata who was well aware of the quiet desperation that led this life.
This is exactly the kind of place the Redsail I know would find for a woman much like this one. What gives?
Sunyata's curiosity was piqued ... something didn't add up here.

Sunyata felt a sinking feeling in her gut as she thought all this in split second, she would probably have to go to Redsail in one form or another... she started quickly calculating how she might get close to him... how would she get near him without him recognizing her? She could cover her face and go all sevratke which was the exact attire for formal monks who covered their entire body except the eyes. It required full head cover, and the body was completely concealed in comfortable black or dark attire, she had one with her, and could probably get another made. Since leaving the temple, she tried to blend in as a pirate and wore more pirate-like heavy clothes, she was a little different from her peers who preferred all sorts of armor, she needed her body to breathe in combat. Her face was now exposed all the time, her own crew might get a few giggles out of her showing up all shrouded in full sevratke gear, but she would certainly look much more impressive in her full height and stance with her elf-like beauty. She weighed being seen versus being concealed. Concealed she could try to enter the ranks for the regatta Redsail was trying to win...

She nodded to Shanael Have any of the girls entertained any of Redsail's crew here? I can see you're slightly nervous about talking about him. I could get you passage off Quent if things got hot, for a price of course." She softened just as calculated as Shanael and pulled Shanael into her powerful body and softly said with her cheek against Shanael's [b]I'd like to know how to get closer to him, I want to know him. as she did this, she pushed the money purse on her belt against Shanael's body, who could feel it was full of coins, and squeezed Shanael slightly as to impose her physique on hers. It always worked.

She wanted to know how the captain managed his crew, if they came to the brothel, if they didn't, this would say a lot about the kind of crew he had and how disciplined they were.

Sunyata was so aware that she was not popular with people that she learned her lack of charm actually was perceived often as a kind of masculinity and women felt her as "strong" where in reality she lacked social finesse. It often worked in her favor with girls like Shanael who polished their charm to oozing sensuality. As she was the exact opposite, often it worked in her favor when she was trying to get information from women like this... they could be almost attracted to her fierce quality, and tended to want to please her. She learned this growing up in the brothels, and strangely this one was environment she knew how to manage with skill without being a wench herself.

I'm almost a real pirate ha ha

She needed to know more. She decided to go full sevratke as a formal disciple of her religion... Quent was big and varied enough there was all sorts of races milling about the place, she probably wouldn't attract that much attention. She decided after Shanael, she would find a way to get close to the crew. She needed to know his weaknesses before striking.

She also thought of how to manage this with the crew that had grown on her. She'd been alone so long, it was nice to have a crew she felt wasn't out to kill her.

Sunyata enters a vestibule area that leads to a paper thin wall of opaque screens framing an ornate pair of doors with full height pulls. It's a massive vestibule, and on each side is a long bar with stools, many of them filled. Some others mill about - people of all sorts, some appearing rich and others poor. Ladies in finery dance among them, often flitting from one to another to check in on them.

Taking a seat, you order a drink your choice, and the bartender, a busty woman with her ample assets proudly displayed as they burst out of her frilly shirt, smiles as she approaches with your drink. Here you are, my dear. What's your pleasure this evening?

Loathing the very air she was breathing in this place was enough to put her on edge... Sunyata hates brothels and everything they stand for. Poverty. Abuse. Betrayal. Death.

... she breathes deep remembering these women are just doing their best, just like the mother she lost was while taking care of a secret and hidden daughter until she was attacked... by that monster... She focuses on her task at hand, as these places made her dangerously furious... she had to focus on why she was here.

First time here. I'll get right to it, dear. Looking for some information, I heard here was the best place to come for things whispered between the sheets. Which girl do you recommend for information on a well known captain? I can pay.

She discretely taps her purse just so the lady can see she is good for it.

We ladies have to stick together, this is a tough place, you know what I mean.

Sunyata keeps herself assigned to the duties that stay close to the conversations of others, studying the newcomers, she tries to get a sense of their origins, who's from where, figure out their motives, she quietly triangulates her attention on that which most burns her from the inside... The thought that never lets her sleep well, that creeps under every glance that she meets... Where are you?

She follows the conversation of her (now) mates, and learns to feel the mood of the ship, like the waters of the tides themselves, people's interactions flow and chop in rhythms. Sometimes good sometimes rough, Sunyata also observes where the points of tensions and harmony flow between the newcomers and the crew. For example, the older guy that just got on with this newcomer group, he's alright with the cook and the guys from the the squibbing crews. He helps, he doesn't complain, he's a contributor. But on the other hand, his scrawny companion is totally unnerving and wimpy to the guys who work on the ropes who are physically very fit. They don't like him at all. He feels too different and they're threatened of putting their life in the hands of a scrawny puny looking companion. She served on her shift with the kitchen help, and delivered a refill of ale to the brothers from the ropes crew talking about how you couldn't pay them to put their life on the line for the scrawny turd. She wasn't a wench, and yet the function of ale service proved useful to eavesdrop (and inevitable when serving).

Sunyata starts to shop among the many conversations, making herself of use, serving in some fashion to help get necessary daily tasks done while she also used the duties to listen in and gather information. As an easy travel companion she stays rather unobtrusive as a daily practice, and doesn't initiate contact with others, yet does not shy from contact when addressed and engages her companions in a simple, sometimes awkward, but honest and frank style.

The crew learns she has a daily religious kata in her martial arts. She will not interrupt for any reason and always makes her request for a time in the deck that doesn't require her on duty. Others have their diversion times, she carves out a small space to carry out a daily meditative martial sequence. She has been willing to share her meditative practice and a few sailors join her to learn some basic breathing movements.

Looking for JUICY nuggets GM, Sunyata doesn't really care about the small talk unless it provides her with actionable leads to her search - theoretically she is developing an intelligence research investigative side in which she is driven to get to know the ship's crew personally in the process, entering an informal spy role, yet she is so obvious with her sparkly skin, she might make a very unlikely spy.

Sunyata throws in some squibbing shifts for a few extra coins for ale.

She studies the newly arrived and tries to summarize everything she's heard and seen about them, she assesses what opportunities might be concrete for her. The last run in with those charuka showed her she's not ready to take HIM on.

Looking for opportunities to get close to HIM, it's all she can think about... She goes to the tavern to drink to take the edge off burning fire of her obsessive replay of her scenario of revenge.

Sunyata studies everyone and goes hunting for an opportunity or intel.

was Sunyata present with the others to overhear their deal/talk?

Show them the balls Jack!

Sunyata's skin glimmers like crystals embedded in her skin, translucent and rainbow-like. She stays stonefaced, at times appears as if she were a statue, or had supreme control of her facial micro expressions. Her mood was often inscrutable. She simply gazes very directly at whatever is drawing her attention.

She fixes her sight on Taptap. And suddenly as if the expression on her face wanted to crack with laughter she coughs brusquely and recomposes her poised self. She takes a swig from a small bottle tucked in her long coat.

Sunyata hasn't said a word, silently listening.

Aside from feeling banged up and in dire need of an hour on a cushion, she plops down in a relaxed welcoming spot of brush and pulls out some anchjur and wads it in the side of her mouth. She sighs and just unwinds for a few minutes.

That fight was worse than my mum's Sunday morning breath. she thinks to herself, and wishes she had some dreeesi herb.

Ohhh that be nice right now...