05-21-2018, 09:27 AM
"Tipsy" snatched her bottle back as he shoved it into her hands again, leveling what likely would have been a piercing glare if her eyes were at all focused; in practice it was more of a broad-spectrum wave of 'fuck you' offered to everyone present. She carefully avoided any talk of her actually being useful, and fixated on the far more galling instruction for her to share.
"Unb'lievable. Come here outta the goodness of my heart, an' ye tell me to give up m'one great love. Disrs... disser... The cheek!" she grumbled, carefully wiping the mouth of the bottle with her sleeve and swigging again.
Even so, she began to sway her way over to a gaggle of the crew who seemed focused on beating the everloving tar out of some other man. There was another merc they'd just left behind, but she just squinted at him a little before addressing the group.
"S'problem here, gentlemen?"
"Wha- Oh. It's you," an older man said. The exasperation almost wasn't painfully evident this time! "Nothing you need to worry about. Someone came aboard looking for Wratt, asked for a rat, and this moron cut and ran."
"Ah HA!" the sorceress cried, bottle lifted high. Everyone winced. "Spy! Maling'rer! Triskter've men'n women!" The informant gave a sidelong glance to the people holding him for an explanation. He got none.
With her heretofore-unoccupied hand, Apollonia pointed an interdictory finger at the captive, and drew a small circle in the air. The gesture was oddly precise for her. "Alley-oop!" she chirped. Purplish light flared and crackled under the men's feet, and they scattered--all except the rat, whose eyes widened in terror.
"Wait! Wait, don't kill me! Don't turn me into any--"
His pleas were cut off as a ripple of unseen force lurched out from Apollonia. With a "hurk" of surprise and pain, the spy was catapulted back over the stern, ass-over-teakettle, until he landed with a splash in the water below. She looked around for a second or two, nodded once with satisfaction, and set her sights on the hatch.
"Unb'lievable. Come here outta the goodness of my heart, an' ye tell me to give up m'one great love. Disrs... disser... The cheek!" she grumbled, carefully wiping the mouth of the bottle with her sleeve and swigging again.
Even so, she began to sway her way over to a gaggle of the crew who seemed focused on beating the everloving tar out of some other man. There was another merc they'd just left behind, but she just squinted at him a little before addressing the group.
"S'problem here, gentlemen?"
"Wha- Oh. It's you," an older man said. The exasperation almost wasn't painfully evident this time! "Nothing you need to worry about. Someone came aboard looking for Wratt, asked for a rat, and this moron cut and ran."
"Ah HA!" the sorceress cried, bottle lifted high. Everyone winced. "Spy! Maling'rer! Triskter've men'n women!" The informant gave a sidelong glance to the people holding him for an explanation. He got none.
With her heretofore-unoccupied hand, Apollonia pointed an interdictory finger at the captive, and drew a small circle in the air. The gesture was oddly precise for her. "Alley-oop!" she chirped. Purplish light flared and crackled under the men's feet, and they scattered--all except the rat, whose eyes widened in terror.
"Wait! Wait, don't kill me! Don't turn me into any--"
His pleas were cut off as a ripple of unseen force lurched out from Apollonia. With a "hurk" of surprise and pain, the spy was catapulted back over the stern, ass-over-teakettle, until he landed with a splash in the water below. She looked around for a second or two, nodded once with satisfaction, and set her sights on the hatch.