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The ocean was a powerful beast all of its own, and the men and women who journeyed across it to make their lives knew all to well what could come from defying it's might. Through calm seas and ravaging tsunamis, sailors, pirates and navymen of all stripes knew that this great beast was not to be trifled with. And like any beast, it had its own ecosystem that any foreigners would have to contend with to survive.
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From the mundane, the sharks that waited for their next meal to meet its untimely fate, the whales that howled the mournful songs into the abyss, the beautiful arrays of tropical fish that lived in the seas of the new world, to the more strange and mystical beings, the intelligent Merfolk, the dreaded Kraken and Leviathan, and one of the most infamous, the Siren. Great beasts with the heads of women and bodies of birds of prey... At least, they're mostly women, and thanks to magic that of course exists in this parallel world of myths, they tend to take on whatever form would best help their hunt in the current circumstance (Why do you think modern myths claim they look like mermaids?).
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Today, we see the average hunt of the Siren, a rare male one at that, with nobody to call his ally he is totally alone upon a great plateau rising from the shallow sea floor of the Caribbean... Waiting... Biding his time... Totally bored out of his goddamn mind.
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"Twenty-five bottles of rum on the wall, twenty-five bottles of rum, dada da, dabafffuckit." Hyacinth said, bored of all the ways he generally killed time until a ship came into sight. He laid upon his back in a form that looked entirely human except for his burgundy hair transitioning into long, beautiful red wings... He sat up to look for any prey that might have come by once again... It was a while since he had anything to eat and he was so goddamn bored out of his mind that when he did spot a ship he'd be less likely to lure them in with illusions and song and more likely to get drunk and play cards with them and eat all their rations so he didn't starve despite the fact.... The life of a siren is hard, and very boring...
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He stood up with a huff and decided just to give a random throw of the line a quick try out of desperation. "Alright, Hyacinth, time to put these old tricks to work... Please someone come by." he said to himself before letting out the infamous song of Sirens, a powerful lure to any who hear it.... Thing is though, he wasn't a very good singer, which weakened the magic quite a bit, and the lack of practice for so long basically made the song just give people slight headaches... Little did he know, the reason he hadn't had any catches in so long was because his territory was now known, and most avoided it for a reason... So maybe they were here for a reason involving him...
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"Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he might say with irony, I say with conviction: 'What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!'"
[attr="class","nokibody"] Lux knew he fucked up. Like, he really knew he fucked up. Extremely. Great. Thanks to his own stupidity he was on a dinky raft, in the middle of the ocean (which could also be seen as the middle of nowhere), hoping he would find shore... Somewhere.
As the story goes he was tired of living life on the small island he lived on as a child. For someone like him who wanted to go out and see the outside world, that island was a prison. So in a spur of the moment decision, the boy packed up some rations, built a raft, and went on his way. Right about now though he was starting to horribly regret his decision.
"I'm going to die out here." he said aloud to himself, sighing softly. It had already been three days and the rations he packed were only to last two weeks tops. He estimated that maybe he would reach a shore by then to restock and continue travel, but in reality it was probably just a foolish hope. He had lost his oars, his only source of controlling direction, in a tempest the previous night. He was lucky his raft hadn't capsized and his rations had not been lost. Due to this, at the moment, all he had to go by was his sail which just followed the winds. As the ocean was vast and there were not very many landmarks, there mostly just being deep blue seas, he felt like he might just be going in circles.
Right now the sky was clear and it seemed as though the wind was blowing in one direction (for once) which was a relief. As the raft continued to drift through the ocean, Lux began hearing the distant echoes of singing. He had heard of there being creatures in the ocean but had written them off as simple fairy tales. He had not had any sort of encounters with anything peculiar and if that were to begin now the poor boy might just faint. The singing seemed to be growing closer as the raft continued gently rocking and moving through the waves. He could only hope that the singing thing was not hostile. Though it was a bit funny to him because the closer he got to the sound, the more... off-key it seemed to be.
The siren continued his dissonant melody, seemingly to no avail, but he was starving and bored as hell and would keep singing until he got a catch or passed out.
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His efforts, however, had bared fruit! A young boy in a small raft came into view of his island territory, looking quite desperate for help. Perfect!
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He stopped his singing and instead started to yell out to the boy
"Hey! HEY!! YOU THERE!! YOU WANT SOME STUFF!? I GOT STUFF UP HERE!! YOU WANT MONEY? I GOT MONEY! YA WANT DIRECTIONS? I GOT, LIKE.... A MILLION MAPS UP HERE! YA WANT WOMEN? I DON'T HAVE WOMEN UP HERE, BUT IF YOU'RE PLAYIN' FOR A DIFFERENT TEAM I'M SURE WE CAN COME TO SOME AGREEMENT!! ALL YA GOTTA DO FOR THIS STUFF IS JUST.... COME OVER HERE! DON'T MIND THE SPIKY ROCKS, THEY'RE JUST FOR DECORATION! THERE'S A CAVE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND! PLEASE! I'M SO BORED AND LONELY AND HUNGRY! MOSTLY BORED!"
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Hyacinth isn't a very good Siren, and he made the decision long ago that if his prey had food of their own, then he'd take that instead....
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"Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he might say with irony, I say with conviction: 'What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!'"
[attr="class","nokibody"] The boy's raft continued drifting closer and closer to the singing, and he was hoping he could get by without the source of the singing. Though it seemed that his thoughts had jinxed him, and the singing abruptly stopped. Suddenly, he was being yelled at. Which shocked him. He couldn't be that close to the source of the sound already... Could he?
Lux couldn't help but be amused at what the voice was saying and suggesting. Whoever it was... Was really bad at the whole scam business. Though part of him was hoping it wasn't a scam, the boy desperately wanted to find a way to at least find land. Perhaps the voice knew? But still, the 'sharp rocks' didn't sound very promising. The boy was keen enough to know that he would probably be robbed, he was in the middle of the ocean for crying out loud.
Through his doubt though something in his heart told him that despite the very high - and I mean high - likelihood of being completely screwed over, he felt he should go over to whoever was on the other side of that rock. Considering this location, it wasn't out of the question that the person was suffering and starving and... Yup, the guy was starving alright. And bored apparently.
After a few moments of hesitation and heavy (not really) contemplation the boy sighed, "I'd go over there but um... I don't have any oars to control my movement to go over there so... I could use my hands I guess! But it'll take awhile." he began looking around for something that he could paddle with, preferably a large stick.
don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
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"YA WANTS AN OAR? I GOTS AN OAR! HANG ON, I'LL JUST TOSS IT DOWN!!" Czyk said before turning towards a skeleton that laid desolated on his plateau's surface, it held an old and ruined oar in its hands, which he quickly grabbed and threw off the mount, nearly hitting the poor boy in the head with it. "WILL THAT WORK?!"
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In a small realization, Czyk realized that maybe the random-ass skeleton on his perch would be a bit of a fright for the kid... "Well, old friend, I wish I could say it was nice knowing you, but you were a terrible conversation." he said before throwing the pile of bones away from his perch and into the tropical underbrush that laid below.
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"OH, AND... SINCE YOU'RE PROBABLY WORRYING ABOUT THAT, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME EATING YOU, TRUST ME, IF I WANTED TO DO THAT I WOULD'VE JUST... FLOWN.... Down..... Th-okay yeah that's just way easier I'M COMIN' DOWN!!" Czyk was not at short term thinking, long term, sure, but short term, no....
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He stepped off his island home and unfurled his wings, gently soaring down right into the boat "Sup. You have food, I'ma have that if ya don't mind. You can keep the oar, by the way, probably need it more than I do." he said before immediately opening one of Lux's rations and chowing down like it was.... well, it was his first meal in a month.
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PTN: 8 | DEX: 15 | VIT: 7 | WIS: 15
"Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he might say with irony, I say with conviction: 'What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!'"
[attr="class","nokibody"] The young boy let out a small scream from the oar falling down. He had cowered and shielded his head from the falling, flimsy piece of wood. Said oar hit the water with a soft smacking noise on the water, splashing a bit of water onto Lux as well as the raft. After making sure nothing else would be falling his way, the boy gingerly reached out and scooped up the oar from the water. Sure it looked dingy, and overall pretty pathetic, it was better than nothing. The boy spun it around a little bit, figuring it would suffice and began paddling to the voice as promised.
Though, it would seem he would not have to move after all as the voice continued yelling then trailed off at the thought of flying. Wait a minute. This thing could fly? The young boy did not know whether it would be proper to be scared or what, but hey, at least the voice promised they would not eat him. That's what mattered. What came next was a dark shadow and some sort of magnificent man-beast flying over and plopping himself onto Lux's raft.
The poor boy did not even have time to respond or protest when the creature began devouring his rations. Better alive than dead, he supposed. He decided not to argue in fear the purple-haired beast might end up eating him instead. On closer inspection, the... creature in front of him seemed to possess more man-like features than himself which was honestly kind of embarrassing. It seemed this guy also had quite the ravenous appetite, which left the boy gaping.
After recovering from his shock, the boy only had one question. "I... Um... Pardon if I'm rude, but... What are you?"
don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
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"I'm a Siren, dumbass." the winged man said bluntly "They take kids on the sea with'em and don't even tell'em about what's out here. Bet ya don't know what Krakens are, either. Bet you know what Merfolk are, though, and they're white-washed to hell. Word to the not-so-wise, kid, Merfolk are assholes, and that's coming from someone who's people are also inherently assholes... Don't trust us seapeople is my point... I mean... You can trust me, but I'm the weird one here..." he rambled on.
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"Oh, how rude of me, name's Hyacinth, and you look like a.... 'Mercurio'. How close am I?"
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PTN: 8 | DEX: 15 | VIT: 7 | WIS: 15
"Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he might say with irony, I say with conviction: 'What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!'"
"Oi!" called an angry voice from...somewhere. "Who the hell're you calling white washed, you tone deaf pidgeon?!" There was what sounded like a splash of water, and for a moment it seemed like the voice had wandered off. Such hopes would be very short lived, however, as a mess of bright red hair came up from under water. His large, red scaled tail flipped out of the water to smack one end of the sailor's dinky boat, hitting with just enough force to throw everybody off balance without actually tipping the raft over.
"You! Mercurio!" The merman shot a hand out of the water and placed an iron grip on Lux's shirt, pulling the human down to meet him at eye level. "Merfolk are way better than sirens, right?? We don't go around seducing sailors then sucking their blood out like some sorta off brand vampire. Merfolk, on the other hand, are totally docile and pleasant people to be around!" The uh....very angry merman released the poor human with a huff, then crossed his arms as if he were pouting.
don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
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At the sound of the voice, Hyacinth sighed "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear..." he mumbled as the source of the voice revealed himself.
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"How long have you been here, I have been bored out of my mind for mo-waah!" he complained, interrupted by the sudden rocking of the boat throwing off his balance. "Case and point. Asshole."
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As the Siren's fish-tailed counterpart verbally prodded at the human boy, Hyacinth rolled his eyes as exaggeratedly as humanly (Siren-ly?) possible. "Yeah, you just settle for drowning them for laughs. Totally a lot better." he said sarcastically "Kid, Sirens are totally cooler than Merfolk, right? I mean, we can fly! How cool is that? I lived my entire life being able to fly, and even I think it's cool! QED, Sirens are basically cooler than Merfolk in every way. It's just science."
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PTN: 8 | DEX: 15 | VIT: 7 | WIS: 15
"Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he might say with irony, I say with conviction: 'What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!'"
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