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Jaina's eyes light up and a manic grin appears on her face. "ABOUT TIME WE GOT TO BUSINESS!" She roars, pumping her fist in the air.
Jaina's a puncher, not a bluffer.
This is going out to all the games I’m part of, whether as a player or as a GM. I won’t be able to participate for some time. My mother is on palliative care for cancer and her condition has rapidly deteriorated over the last three days. I feel that I owe you an explanation for my absence from posting. If you need to find a replacement player or GM, I understand. But for the time being I’m not ready to make any posts.
"...I f!&$ing knew it." Jaina growls.
Jaina starts pacing back and forth on the deck, eying up the other ship's crew.
Ahoy! We settin' sail again yet?
Jaina's hands tighten into fists. OH BLAST AND BUGGER IT ALL! First time back at sea in what feels like forever and we're going straight to PARLEY?
Arr, I'm ready.
Jaina can't help but snicker at the name of their quarry. 'Milksop'? Gods above only know just how he earned that moniker. Couldn't be 'Murderous' or 'Malicious' or even 'Mad'. Bloody Milksop.
Jaina keeps her mouth shut and lets the more qualified officers handle the talking.
Jaina will accompany whoever takes the lead in searching for the doctor.
"...sounds like someone who could use a good punch in the mouth." Jaina flexes her knuckles and cracks her neck. "Could go for a good brawl right about now, myself."
Jaina stares listlessly out at the sea, not really tuned into the discussion.
Still here--just didn't have anything to post.
"Dammit--get me CLOSER!" Jaina bellows as she runs to the nearest ballista and starts reloading it!
No preference.
Jaina is much more focused on her meal at the moment, and contributes little to the conversation.
No objections either way.
Jaina bluntly refuses to let a single acolyte touch her as she tidies herself up. "Brine Banshee sounds as good as anything else. Let's set out."
Jaina shifts from foot to foot, her eyes darting uncomfortably about and her knuckles flexing to try to relieve the itch in them. Never was one for Calistria... too shallow and petty. If I wanted to do whatever I wished without a care for whom I hurt, I'd pay service to Besmara.
Merry MistChras!
Jaina shrugs. "Grew up in the Gibbet. You learn to sharpen your eyes, or you lose them."
Jaina investigates the hut...
"...huh." And emerges later with a sea chest under one arm and an oilcloth-wrapped object in her other hand. "Check these out."
Jaina climbs down to the deck and grumbles. "Damned wreckers and their fondness for driving people onto reefs..."
Jaina glowers and starts climbing back down the rigging.
Jaina starts running for the spar on the far side of the ship, hoping to catch the caster before she escapes!
Jaina glares at the now glowing spellcaster and starts scrambling up the rigging.
Jaina grumbles and starts scrambling up the rigging to try to put some of the fires out.
Or, rather, she WOULD if the rigging would stop thrashing about and trying to throw her off.
Jaina winces from the sudden burst of heat, flexes her knuckles and throws another combo!
Jaina throws another furious combo at her opponent!
Jaina's knuckles itch as her newest victim lunges over the deck. She snaps out a quick combo of punches aimed towards his face!
Jaina easily keeps her footing even as the Shrike hits the reef. She races to the ship's edge to repel boarders!
Jaina does her part to keep everything going.
Jaina gets to work.
"Lots of crew? Good. More for me to beat down." Jaina cracks her knuckles.
"Nope." Jaina shakes her head.
Isaac needs a bearing, and Jaina provides one.
"Yes. Wreckers first." Jaina nods a little too enthusiastically. "Hell, if those Calistrians have been sitting on the Brine Banshee's memory for this long, they'll keep a while longer."
Jaina follows, keeping an eye out for anyone waiting in ambush.
Jaina rolls her shoulders. "Might as well. It's a lead."
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