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Estelle’s eyebrows simply raise at the panic in Jape’s actions. She accepts the rings, then points at the wicked wound he is favoring, ”Crew need to be at decent health, can I fix that wound for you? It’ll be quick and safe.”
Tiny thread-thin vines stitch the wound closed, suturing it tight and oozing antibacterial sap upon the flesh.
Estelle answers the captain’s question, ”Vee. V-E-E. Thanks.”
The witch goes to Jape after she recalls seeing it given to him on the last ship. ”Hey Jape, right? Listen, new ship, new deal. But I ain’t an a%%#~@*. I want my ring back, but you deserve something for holding onto it for me. I’ll give ya two gold pieces for it.”
Dripping with sweat and covered in bilge water, Estelle reports to the Captain the good news right after her thorough check is complete. She waits for a while, fidgeting before finally asking, "Captain, I don't need any spoils but... there were two family heirlooms taken when I was first captured. A family signet ring and my father's pocket watch. If you run across them, I'd appreciate the consideration to have them back. Both should have my last name engraved." And then she goes and bathes. It may only have been a couple days, but it feels like months since her last cleaning. After that, if there is time, she pulls out a scroll that had been tucked up against her right thigh and finds a quiet corner to turn it to mulch for Cry to absorb.
Estelle gets to work quickly. Is it because she wants to get out of there before the captain changes her mind? Or before her knees buckle for standing up to the Captain in front of everyone? Either way, her knees do buckle a bit when she gets down below and the knot in her stomach begins the slow process of unwinding. Having something to do is quite helpful in that regard. Hopefully the ship is in better shape than her.
Estelle releases her held breath when Asami steps in and speaks. Good, she wasn’t the only one thinking this was a bit premature. She puts on a stoic face as Draxxie makes her argument. And it’s a good f*!#ing argument! F~%~! Why does it seem like she is a natural leader? Shit, she knows all the important positions. Is handing them out like candy to her new followers. F!!$, she’s gonna be captain.
I… I don’t know. But I’m interested to see where these people are going with their lives. They could do some pretty awesome things with our help. Assuming Draxxie has re-rallied the crew. Estelle forces herself to walk over to her, ”I ain’t got no where to go. I’ll be on your crew just fine. I was the appre… I can handle the carpentry duties fine. But I gotta get an inspection done before we move, I don’t trust Plugg not leaving this ship unsafe just to abandon us.” Then quickly adds, ”With your permission, Captain.”
NO! F##~ NO!!! I can’t let this happen!!!! That piece of shit a%~$%~% is no…”
A small voice squeaks out before Draxxie has a chance to reply, ”No.” “No”
”She’s… she’s the last one we want in charge.” And then she shuts the hell up and frankly prays she ain’t the only one thinking it.
Estelle diminutively darts across the deck while mumbling, "Excuse me. Coming through. Don't mind me. Just getting over here. Thanks!" She stops at the other railing and leans down to tap an unconscious body on the foot. Vines again sprout, binding wounds.
Estelle swings across to the next set of rigging and then just releases her hold. The drop seems to look… unnatural, somehow. Like a glitch in the fabric of reality grabs her and lowers her quickly to the deck. She leans over and grasps Crimson Cogsward’s shoulder. Vines wrap around his body and leafy protrusions grow upon his wounds, putting pressure where pressure is needed and using sugary sap to sterilize anything that shouldn’t be growing. If he has more to prove in this life, my patron will see he lives. If not, I did what I could.
Estelle sees a very clogged battlefield, but no one currently occupying the vertical dimension. She launches herself into the air, supported by a bevy of ropes of course, and scrambles across them until almost across the line of enemies.
If the rigging isn't there or the climb doesn't make feasible sense: She strides up behind the front line and taps the most injured looking ally on the shoulder, "There, if you feel you still have something left to prove in this life, my patron will keep you alive for a bit longer."
Afterwards, she isn't sure if she actually said that or just thought it. But whatever, the healing was done.
Estelle first looks to the wounded 'allies'. I guess they aren't really allies, but they are definitely not enemies. And anyone who stands between me and someone trying to kill me is worth helping. I think I'll heal... Nevermind. Apparently it was a really good idea to save Sandara. That's a useful ability she has. The witch then considers her options, frowning and fiddling with the weapon on her belt.
Nodding to herself she begins a soft chant, weaving her hands together her eyes begin to brighten into their normal glow. She nods to Asami, "Make some space for yourself, please. Things are about to look a lot smaller."
Estelle scratches her barely infected skeeter bites, then nods. ”Ok. I am in. F$+% his ass up if he tries to stop us.” She weaves her hands in a familiar way, eyes glowing briefly before the witch points at Asami, Odium and Draxxie. Painful bony protrusions burst from their skin, providing protection and enhancing physical strikes and bites.
Estelle shivers and barely squeaks out a response, ”no.”
Estelle frowns and tries to speak over the waves, "Do they not see us? We should uh... try to catch up maybe? Or just let them go." Her last sentence seems hopeful.
The witch’s body twitches as they row back to the ship. She dreads what they will find, almost hoping that as they get closer it will just sail off. Whatever horrors the island has, they could certainly probably be more manageable than Plugg. She becomes quite quiet as they get close, hands clenching and loosening.
Yeah. Sure. Now back into the f+~%ing pirate’s nest. This is gonna be so awesome. Mmhhhmm.
And then her blood boils! Literally, as fever strikes her body. She then recalls the mosquitoes from a day ago. Quickly casting a spell, the witch tries to cool herself off with seawater and fight the undeath creeping closer.
Estelle wakes to the gentle rocking of the waves. It honestly was the best night’s sleep she has had since… She tries not to think of way back then, too many hard memories may flood back. The witch begins signing back and forth with the ivy wrapped around her neck, it’s little tendrils responding to her motions. It does not appear to be any language that anyone else understands. She watches for sunken dangers and gives suggestions as they attempt to longboat around the island.
Estelle exhales and then just drops it. That was my point! We don’t have time to sleep. F$+&. Whatever. Her inner thoughts are chattery as usual, but eventually she just cuts herself off and tries to get some rest when allowed.
Estelle nods, then frowns, then smiles while responding, ”A good thought. Only limited by the fact it only works for eight hours and at least most of us need that much sleep before we can get any more magic. But if you are able to handle watch by yourself, it could work out!”
Estelle frowns, then draws out a small map of the island in the sand (presuming at this point since we have looted the caves we are now outside). ”Listen, I am freaking tired too. But this plan makes zero sense. The boat is on the other damn side of the island. And, in fact, we literally have to walk past the water source and bug swarm before we get to it. Unless we want to risk wandering around more unexplored parts of the island, of course. Then tomorrow morning, when Plugg has promised to leave, you expect to row back ashore, walk halfway across the island again, get the water and then drag it to the boat and then get on the ship? The logistics are baffling me, sorry.” She takes a breath as her speech was getting a bit riled up, ”We gotta sleep, it’s gotta be here or on the way to the water. Nothing else makes sense. Otherwise let’s just get the water now. We have fire flasks.”
Estelle perks up a bit as they start searching the cave and find quite a few nicknacks. She happily scans any for magic, taking a look at the arrows first.
When they find the massive skull she looks at it oddly, then her eyes go wide, ”Holy shitballs! Someone carved literal spells into this skull!?! Can you imagine at all how useful that is? Let me figure out what we have, there seems to be… eleven different spells.”
”Why, some might even help us take out that swarm. Or at least make it easier to burn them up.”
”And on that note, I really think we should just keep going. Get the water and get off this hell island. Take Samms with if you want, but I wouldn’t take any chances with them coming back and trying to kill us.”
The witch points down the hallway the scurrying sound is coming from, "Well, the rest of this clan is running away. I expect they would fight if we cornered them but... I don't think any of us really want to? And probably not enough valuables left in the caves for even pirates to worry about. Odium should keep the wand, Asami the potion." The last part is just made as a statement as the more confident than ever (which doesn't mean much still) young woman moves to the exit of this cavern. "Oh yeah, we need to burn Samms or take them back. If not, ghoul. I wouldn't even wish that on an enemy."
Estelle nods over at Odium, ”Give him a try at those items before we do something more wildly stupid than normal.” Though what level of stupid is more than normal is yet to be determined…
The witch’s eyes glow as she quietly studies the magical items.
She shrugs, ”The harpoon is hella fancy and valuable. I have no need of it, but I will take a backup weapon. Miss Sandara, may I have my switchblade back?”
Estelle moves over and pokes the evil caster lady, then searches her. Then searches the not deeply submerged parts of the cavern. Maybe there is something here to help against that swarm?
The witch frowns to herself.
Estelle looks confused, ”Didn’t you pick one up? I could have sworn you did.” She taps her chin, I think the grindy with the hat had it?”
Estelle simply swims back up to the top of the water.
She looks sad.
Estelle confirms simply what she had been expecting from the situation and reaches out to touch Sandara instead, stitching up several of her wounds with magically created needle and thread. The wounds are then wrapped in sterilizing vines to protect against infection.
Estelle will await the results of her brief glance at Samms.
”More trouble below.” And with that, Estelle dives into the water and swims down into the darkness. She reaches out and snags a wayward bit of Sandara, imparting at least some resistance to drowning. Though with the current situation that may only solve one of her problems.
Estelle’s revulsion at killing is not lessened by how it actually tasted good. In fact, the irony makes it worse.
Shut up, I’m trying to focus. This stupid song is messing with my brain.
Going against her reason and prior decisions isn’t something Estelle takes lightly. But neither is being pecked to death by a f&~%ing second rate summon!!! ”Gods Dammit I just want to HELP PEOPLE!” At the last two words she gives in to the rage and her teeth grow a bit. She chomps at the appendages wrapped around her and tries to pull them off. for
And if she is free, one way or another, she dives into the darkness of… probably Samms’ watery grave.
The weak witch struggles mightily. At least for her.
Estelle most definitely does worry about what is happening underwater. She takes a deep breath and points to where the pirates sank, ”I’ll try to help them.” She drops off into the deeper part of the pool and looks for the injured Samms.
She grabs his shoulder and transfers a bit of her occult power to him. A trail of bubbles calmly drifts from his unconscious nose. Water Lung (Su): An air-breathing target can breathe water or an aquatic target can breathe air. This lasts 1 minute. If the witch uses this hex on herself, she can maintain it while she sleeps, allowing her to safely sleep underwater.
The young witch moves into the room, takes in the situation and continues up next to Sandara. She holds her little switchblade, handle first, out to the significantly stronger pirate and motions for her to cut herself free.
Estelle is frozen at the sight of that ‘big boy’. Those jaws look like… *gulp*
The witch shakes her head from her own personal nightmare and mumbles quiet like, ”Sorry, I’ve never seen that spell composition before.”
Estelle’s face briefly flashes a realization and she tries to slosh through the water a bit quieter.
Oooh, is that why I keep getting attacked? Am I really that loud?
…
Estelle nods in agreement, refreshing her light cloak and water breathing.
Estelle rolls her eyes, obviously undead never starve. But frankly, she has talked a lot today already and Asami is comparatively nice so no need to correct her now. She waits for the group to go the other way.
Estelle takes a moment to prepare herself in case following is necessary.
Estelle glances into the kelp, ”Odd, no sunlight in here. I wonder how the plants are living? Perhaps a shaft of light comes in during the day. Anyway, if we want to search it, I can give us water breathing.”
Estelle looks at Asami, then Draxxie. Fish? That’s an odd nickname for the a&#&&*@. Wonder what she did to get that. Ya know what, actually I don’t think I wonder. Better left for not knowing sometimes. Estelle shrugs, ”You woulda seen it more than us. We were back here fighting the other half of them. Nice job handling your set though. I assume it was impressive to watch based on the chum left behind.” She conjures up a light and wraps it around herself like a nice cloak, ”But let’s not waste time, my magic and any surprise we might have is running out.”
Estelle blasts herself and Odium with some witchery healing and frowns, ”Sorry, Cry says you used yours up from my patron today. So unless we sleep… nothing else from me.”
Estelle pulls Odium up from the ground (standard) and then moves over to see what Asami is doing, "I expect the last enemy over there will soon be dead, but we might want to matriculate over just in case more of these grindylows show up."
Estelle offers a hand down to Odium to help him up , ”There is an injured one hiding in the deep water here, do we want to waste our time on them?” If specifically asked exactly where, she will point to the square.
Estelle simply steps up and waves her dagger in a familiarly threatening way at the next foe.
... Listen here voice, there are some fine lines that I haven't yet crossed and I'm damn happy to keep those tiny little lines in place. So shut the f~#+ up.
The witch moves around Draxxie and glances down at Odium, "Well, you aren't very good at staying up either. Maybe the a**$+*$ will mock you instead of me after this fight." She waves her little dagger distractingly at the foe.
Estelle frowns at the injuries her compatriot is taking, "I should help you defend yourself but... if there is no enemy then there is no threat. Plus, I'd prefer to help you than hinder an enemy. That's sorta what I try to do, help people be their best uh... people." She looks down at the little knife in her hand, "Oh yeah, I should do something." The witch looks at the grindylow in front of her, "Hey you! Look at the shiny dagger! It's gonna get you... or something!"
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