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Blind Justice Aug 16, 2014 0:27:00 GMT -6

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Post by Lillian Gray on Aug 16, 2014 0:27:00 GMT -6

"Brute?" He laughed loudly, not caring now that they were aboard their ship. Although she held the title, Clint himself had the privilege of owning several others. He simply didn't have the aptitude for flying, directions were useless, but he was capable of steering. A strange man no doubt, but his skill was still clear.

"She called him a brute, she must be mad." A man snickered at the both of them.

Clint set her down gently and picked up her limbs, starting with her arms and working his way towards her face. She looked fine, better than really, she was missing a few scars. It seemed odd, but not unexplainable. Still, Clint huffed and let her go, ruffling her hair a bit before crossing his arms thick across his chest.

The crew dispersed and returned to their posts in order to get the airship in the sky. Clint turned to his Captain and eyed her up and down, already he could tell that something was up. "What happened?" He asked quietly, not a hint of curiosity in his voice, not really, but Jess would know. She'd know he was dying to understand what had happened to her in the last two weeks.

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Blind Justice Aug 16, 2014 11:59:21 GMT -6

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Post by kitsunemage on Aug 16, 2014 11:59:21 GMT -6

And the lying began. What could she tell him? Oh hey, I’ve only been working as a navy officer, and the only reason I’m here is because I’m being forced to pretend to be my sister under threat of death. Because that would go over incredibly well. Add to that how familiarly he was touching her…she had to fight the urge to squirm under his hands. He was a rebel- and he was huge, but…She was supposed to be Jess. So he wasn’t actually touching her, technically. It helped that his touch was almost clinical- similar to that of a doctor…

An idea sprouted in her mind. It was plausible- it would certainly account for the amount of time he said she had been missing, and maybe even help explain away anything else she might slip with. But this was hinging on so many things- that this man in front of her was someone close, fairly high up the ladder…

She’d have to trust her instincts on this one.

“…A lot,” Tess broke off eye contact, chewing on her lip nervously. How the hell did she bring something like this up? “but not here. I need your help with something. They-“ Tess took a step forwards, heading for one of the only doors leading further into the ship. A wave of dizziness cut her off- making the room spin. She stumbled, wavering as she tried to catch her balance. Damn. That sound alchemy user must have done more damage then she thought.

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Blind Justice Aug 16, 2014 23:30:22 GMT -6

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Post by Lillian Gray on Aug 16, 2014 23:30:22 GMT -6

"Easy now."

Clint held her up, placing an arm around her to support her, hand resting just in the crook of her arm. He didn't say much really, his size did most of the speaking, but typically in combat. On board, the silence felt foreboding and malicious to some. The crew was an exception of course. Had he known this wasn't the real Jessie, it wouldn't have startled him to find out he was scaring her.

He took a glance towards the deck, counting the crew with his eyes. Most of the men would be there, playing a sort of pirate to the ship. It was unnecessary to have even thirty aboard, anyone not at the controls felt pointless, but Clint wouldn't say anything. Just more prying eyes and ears.

Without a good second glance he pulled her aside into the nearest room, her personal quarters. His eyes narrowed and he examined her once again. Her ring was gone, the typical shadow around her finger all but nonexistent on her hand.

"I'll ask you again." He spoke low. "What did they do?"

This isn't my Jessie.

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Blind Justice Aug 16, 2014 23:46:29 GMT -6

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Post by kitsunemage on Aug 16, 2014 23:46:29 GMT -6

"Short range tracker. Get it out." Tess shrugged out of her jacket, baring her arms and shoulders to the air on the ship. It wasn't necessarily cold on board, but she couldn't get rid of the shivers that travelled up her spine and sent goose bumps over her arms. She held out her right arm, pointing out the small mark on the surface of her skin at her shoulder. It was crudely healed- obviously recently planted.

"I don't know what they can hear, but we need to get rid of it- and get out of here." Please believe me. Please. Tess felt like her heart would get caught in her throat, like it might burst out of her rib cage and leave her at any moment. She had to be convincing. But how could she be? It had been years since she'd seen her sister. And the only reference she had aside from her younger, happier days, were moments full of spite and hatred.

Hatred. Jessamine hated her. Her Jessie...

Tess had to bite her lip to keep from crying. To keep from screaming at the injustice of it all. Her fist clenched against her leg, throwing the tendons in her hand into shadowed relief. Gods. Not even ten minutes and she was already breaking down.

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Blind Justice Aug 16, 2014 23:58:48 GMT -6

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Post by Lillian Gray on Aug 16, 2014 23:58:48 GMT -6

Clint didn't question her, but it was clear as day something was off. The tracker was recently planted. But, there hadn't been enough time for it to have happened. Trackers weren't in the arm either, not Navy style, no. They would've put it somewhere else, somewhere less noticeable.

He was suspicious. Very, very suspicious.

The man pulled a short blade from his belt and slit open her arm easily, it would sting. He plucked the tracker out with his bare hands and was quick to recover her arm with his hands, mumbling to himself as the alchemy fixed her right up.

"That is not what I meant." Clint had his hold on her, and he pulled up her hand, her left hand. "Your ring is gone, you're more cautious than to get caught by Navy for two weeks, and the moment you knew that tracker was in your arm you would've pulled it before I could."

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightened. Something wasn't right, he didn't know what they'd done. Brainwashing? Some sort of twisted trick?

"What did they do to you, Jessie?"

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Blind Justice Aug 17, 2014 0:08:59 GMT -6

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Post by kitsunemage on Aug 17, 2014 0:08:59 GMT -6

He knew about the ring.

She couldn't even find it in herself to be surprised that he knew bio-alchemy. There had been something about his touch that just seemed to make it fit: despite his terrifying appearance. But all of that was just noise in the background. He knew about her. He knew about Tess- unless she had never explained it to him...? Somehow, that hurt worse then having to bear her hate.

"They took her." Tess clenched her hands together, trying to stop them from shaking. It wasn't working.
"They took her, and they changed her." They filled her with anger. "and I'll never get her back." If I tried, she'd only hate me forever.

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Blind Justice Aug 17, 2014 0:16:58 GMT -6

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Post by Lillian Gray on Aug 17, 2014 0:16:58 GMT -6

Clint kept his arm on her, shaking it slightly in confusion. "Took who?" But he already knew the answer. The girl before him had to have been her, the only other person it could've been, Gods strike him down for being so slow.

Theresea Astor, Navy Officer, Captain in training.

"Listen to me, and listen well." He instructed her. "I'm no fool, I knew you weren't Jessie the moment I picked you out of the alley. The crew? They are fools." Clint let go of the girl's hand on knelt on his knees in order to feel more at level with her face. "But you have to tell me, now, or I'll drop you right back off on the ground and see to it I find Jessie."

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Blind Justice Aug 17, 2014 0:38:07 GMT -6

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Post by kitsunemage on Aug 17, 2014 0:38:07 GMT -6

"Then she's as good as dead." There was no way to put it nicely. If she couldn't infiltrate the enemy base... then Jessie was dead.
"And so am I."

She couldn't think. couldn't breath. All she knew was she'd failed before she started. Of course Jessie would make close friends, people had always been drawn to her like flies to honey. The only close friend she had ever made...no she wouldn't dwell on it. Thinking was hard enough- and damn it, why was he still touching her?

"They have her stationed as me on a navy ship. If I don't get the information they want? They kill her. If she fails at passing as me? They'll kill her. And probably me for good measure when everything was said and done." Now... she really didn't know what to do.

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Blind Justice Aug 17, 2014 0:53:02 GMT -6

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Post by Lillian Gray on Aug 17, 2014 0:53:02 GMT -6

"Fucking..." Clint growled. There weren't words to describe how he felt.

Jessie had been caught so easily then? When he got her back, that was a story he wanted to figure out. Still, he sighed and let go of the girl in front of her out of pity. He didn't mean to scare her, she looked so close to tears. Clint stood back up and rubbed his hands along his face, scratching at his beard for a while. What was he supposed to do?

"Theresea, alright?" He gestured his hands towards her, clapped together in a silent prayer. "I don't care who you are. Don't care what you do, so long as you can at least try to be like our Jessie. The crew loves her, and you're lucky for that. They won't notice if you act funny, not at first, but you'd better damn well pick up on when you get a funny look."

He cursed under his breath. What else? What else could he do to keep this girl in line?

"Don't screw up." He warned her. "Jessie's our sister here, and I won't see her dead. We'll get her back, alive, and then we'll decide what to do with you."

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Blind Justice Aug 17, 2014 1:07:29 GMT -6

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Post by kitsunemage on Aug 17, 2014 1:07:29 GMT -6

And then we'll decide what to do with you. That was so incredibly reassuring.Tessa didn't know if he realized how that looked from her perspective. Looming over her, tension rolling off of him in waves- and basically saying, 'we'll use you until we have her back. Then we can dispose of you if we want.' A bubble of laughter rose in her chest, one she stifled with a hasty hand.

"You don't need to tell that to me. I came here with the intention of saving my sisters life. I won't do anything to jeopardize that. I won't let you do anything to jeopardize that..." An amusing thought, if looked at on a purely physical level. A girl almost half his size threatening him?

"Now if you'll excuse me... I.." What, I what? What else do I have to do? Who else could I talk to?

"Would it be strange... if I asked you what she was like here?" How did she act around her crew? Was she the same cheerful mischievous girl she'd known, or was she full of anger and pent up fury?
"Was she happy?"

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
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