Back on game (Closed)

[Rumina]

Sun was shining upon the white marble of the palace built at the base of the volcano, a soft breeze ruffling the trees of the luscious garden around it, offering a stunning contrast with the rocky white cliffs of the bay under the palace, the black of the flags and sails of the ship anchored in it and the glistening blue of the sea.

Rumina stood on the balcony of the palace, leaning heavily on a set of cushions arranged under a white gazebo to shield the pale witch from the hotness of the sun. She was still looking unusually weak and worn-out, wearing a yellow dress who left her shoulders and belly exposed, toying gingerly with the red pendant at her neck. Her eyes were set on the pool in front of her, reflecting the image of a well-known ship in the middle of the sea.

<<Here we are peasants... do you think they missed us, Cicero?>> she purred, smiling to the black cat draped beside her, who stretched lazily, throwing a glance to the Nomad reflection, too.

<<Of couse they missed us. That's why we had to escape Father, while Scratch was somewhere wreaking havoc. It was our time to go back on game...>> the witch went on, scratching the cat behind his ears with her right hand while she passed the left one upon the bowl in front of her, keeping her eyes on it.

[Plunkett]

Plunkett tapped his feet impatiently. "That witch sure is getting on my nerves!" he thought. He was sitting across Rumina, watching her for quite some moment, and all this time, she did nothing but stare at that bowl of hers. From where he sat, he couldn't catch what's actually in there, but it must be that wretch of a sailor. "But why on earth that sea-dog is such a pleasent sight?"

This time he spoke, "Rumi, dearest, would you care tell me what's going on that genius of mind of yours?"

[Rumina]

Rumina moved her gaze to Plunkett, quirking an eyebrow.
"More than thinking, I was cringing, Plunkett pet." she observed, throwing a disgusted glance to the bowl, right to Bryn's face. Amazing how someone with Turok's blood turned out to be a tasteless peasant.
"Now... where were we?" she asked, her fingers going back to grasp the pendant at her neck while smiling seductively to the pirate.

Cicero, in the meanwhile, stretched again before curling up in a ball and closing his eyes without leaving his mistress side.

[Plunkett]

"right on the streets of Basra", he spoke in a perfect business-tone, "but tell me this again, why can't we just get there, finish-off that filthy rat right away, and make a clean break with the past? You've been wasting yourself onto it for so long!" Disgust flashed in his eyes at the thoughts of that wretched sailor.
The far Plunkett known about this mission completely evolved around Sinbad, Rumina seemed to forget completely about mentioning the others to him.

[Rumina]

"Because vengeance is a perfect art, and unlike you, my pet, I've mastered it. He'll have to suffer what I suffered, and possibly more." Rumina snapped, glaring at Plunkett and retreating from the bowl, Cicero turning to mirror his mistress glare to the pirate for a moment.

"But now, handsome. Back to the noisy Basra..." she declared, standing up to come near the pirate. "You and your crew... the hairless one, and the witch-in-training maybe will be the most useful. You'll have to drag our mighty, mighty captain right into my trap." she announced, trying to sit on Plunkett's lap.

[Plunkett]

Plunkett was utterly distracted by the sudden movements of the witch, but only for a brief moment. He regained his composure immediately, allowed Rumina to sit on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. "As you wish. I don't mind play a little cat & mouse with him, either!" He was starting to lose track of this conversation, as he felt himself drowning into the pools of Rumina's vivaciously make-uped eyes.
But, he somehow managed to stay tuned, and added, "I think it's best for the crews to remain here with the ship, it would be much too troublesome to have them at Basra, & we plan to keep ourselves disguised. I'll take Rhyad though, he is a good help. I need Eleana to stay aboard Apocalypse, somebody has to keep an eye out there".

[Rumina]

"Then, Pet, you'll have to open you eyes and handle carefully what I'll give you. It will have to reach Sinbad somehow, it's everything they need to break down those magic wards and set free the peasant redhead. White magic, nasty stuff." Rumina complained, wrinkling her nose in a cute way while stroking absently Plunkett's hairs.
"That witch-in-training of yours would have handled well the components with enough care, I only hope that this Rhyad person will do the same." she pouted, breathing deeply while she brought her free hand to her chest, a grimace on her face.

[Plunkett]

"if you say its Eleana to handle them best, then Eleana be it. I'll put some other bloke to the caretaker job" Plunkett muttered, he was melting under her piercing gaze, shivers ran down his spine at her touch. Nothing mattered more to him right now, other than this feisty witch. He was consumed by lust, he moved forward, about to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, but instead heard himself speaking again, in a husky voice, "Now, tell me, my dear, are you trying to seduce me?"

[Rumina]

Rumina took another deep breath, letting the pain subside before turning to stare at Plunkett. A flicker of annoyance passed through her eyes, but it was gone before Plunkett could notice it.
"Why... isn't it working, pet?" the witch smiled seductively, leaning down and trying to brush her lips against his.
"But not now, my pet... you've work to do. And a witch-in-training to update."

[Plunkett]

"Update her yourself, I am not a man of magic to understand it all" plunkett muttered, his voice didn't betray the annoyance he was feeling right that moment. "I am the captain, and she orders me around!"
He motioned for a servant, "Hey you! Find Eleana, the tall woman, and tell her that her captain wants her in the balcony to discuss some important matters. She is at the dining hall with the others." with that he dismissed him, and the servant strode off to find that witch.

[Rumina]

Rumina smiled in satisfaction, stirring contently on Plunkett's lap. Everything was going exactly like she wanted it to go... But she needed to keep Plunkett at leash, at least until she could reach a full recovery.

"I like a man who can take charge of his job..." she purred, trying to come even nearer to the pirate.

She could hear the soft crackling of her seering pool, and she was somehow eager to spy on her not-so-beloved not-so-dead little sister and the annoying Captain Sinbad. When Scratch told her that little Bryn was indeed alive and well, she almost choked on her drink.
But the little miss could wait. She had a pirate to spoil, at the moment.

[Plunkett]

"Yeah sure" grumbled Plunkett, his harsh voice softening a bit. "I am a man, been tested & tried, and sure proved my mettle hundred times in the past. So don't you ever question my abilites, dearest!" a smug look playing in his face.

[Rumina]

Rumina forced smile, turning than her face to stare at the ocean and hiding her annoyance. "Control yourself, Rumina" she imposed to her inner rage, his father voice echoing in her mind.

"And you keep in mind I don't like the harshness in people around me, as much as I like them. And we both have to know and keep straight each other priorities, pet." she grumbled, quirking an eyebrow to stare at the pirate before standing up. Now, she could hear Scratch laughing, wherever he was. Useless bearded beast. Tzk.

[Plunkett]

Plunkett eyed the witch carefully. Sometimes, she was quite difficult to understand. This moment you find her flattering you up, the other moment she was all but poison. Plunkett was not a man to be intimidated, but he knew better than to enrage a witch who have a direct link to hell, so he remained silent, waiting for Eleana to arrive.

[Rumina]

Men were such a pain, sometimes. Rumina breathed heavily, her hands going back to fidget the pendant at her neck. She felt a tingle, then, and an image was shot through her mind, an harpy screeching in the sky above the palace.

The hairless man in Plunkett crew, whip in hand.
A woman with a purple scarf on her head, trying to escape him.

She turned to stare back at Plunkett, quirking an eyebrow.

"Your ship is under attack, dearest." she said, her eyes setting back on the bay.