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    Open Emergency Ordinance

    All that was around her was fire and panic and the screams of the dead. But she sprinted for her life, her knees aching from spilling out on the cobblestones of the docks. But the gate was so close. The gate that was… Her heart dropped into her stomach. Closed and barred. She threw herself...
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    Open Emergency Ordinance

    There was nowhere left to run. Anemone looked out among all of the dead faces, gnashing teeth, snarling black bile leaking from their lips. Their eyes were lifeless yet bloodshot as if clinging to some vitality long lost to them as they surged forward across the prow of the ship. Of her ship...
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    Open Emergency Ordinance

    She thought she had a moment to take a breath, but the dead gave her only half at best. They climbed the hull of the Vagrant Breeze, clamboring over one another, some falling into the water below. All coming for her. Because she was alive, her beating heart a lighthouse for their hunger. They...
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    Open It is quite a nice day

    Anemone twirled through the markets. "Julianna your croissants are fluffy and beautiful as always." She smiles to her and skips and curtsies on bare feet across the splintered planks of so many ships, eyeing every sort of wonderous item the sea has brought to her flotilla home. "Mister...
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    Open Emergency Ordinance

    "Ugh, get off of me," Anemone awoke to the entirety of her ship shaking and shoved the man to the floor. He was still breathing, sort of. Drunken dyspnea perhaps, but his chest still moved with more vigor than it ever had the night before. Anemone swung her legs, the hammock swaying as her toes...
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    Private Welcome Home

    Anemone's heart fluttered, and she had a complete loss for words. Instead she knelt her lips down to the straw that would draw from it her liquid courage. How Mahsain moved, how her eyes lit, winds, it was intoxicating even before she took her first sip. She shook her head, trying to play it...
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    Prompt Love is Blind: Sailing on a Boat

    "It is not ‘magic’" she whispered under her breath as Raktageirr stepped between her and the angry sailor. That one was not the only among them that took notice and wore disapproval on their faces, he had simply been the loudest. But Raktageirr quickly shut him down before he could do anything...
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    Prompt Love is Blind: Sailing on a Boat

    Anemone turned her head to the voice. Her best efforts were not to spin in surprise. How did this mercenary know? She clenched her fingers into a ball, hiding them as she turned to the mercenary. "You have it all wrong," she said matter-of-factly. "I am at the wind's beck and call." She...
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    Private Welcome Home

    She took Mahsain's hand, her cheeks burning a dark aqua as she lifted to her feet. "Next time," she repeated in a spot of an awkward choke of just two words. And then Mahsain's arm was over her shoulder! The Tempestarii froze for a small moment in panic. But, just keep swimming, she repeated...
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    Private Welcome Home

    Anemone landed with the grace of a feather, wisps of wind beneath her as she lowered her bare feet to the deck below. She giggled, the last she saw was Mahsain's gasp and her exclamation that she was cheating! There was no cheating, not one when could command the very winds beneath her feet...
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    Prompt Love is Blind: Sailing on a Boat

    "Puritans." She exclaimed, spreading out a towel along the upper deck. They rested in the doldrums, and their disdain for her magic rifled her. But it was her captain's superstition. This Crimson Phoenix, this dumb... so very dumb bird of a ship. She could but flick her wrist and the winds...
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    Private Welcome Home

    "A drink and a spicy noodle it is, then!" She laughed, they both knew just the place! Nemmy let herself be led down the path for but a small while, sharing her excitement with her friend. But as Mahsain danced along the gangplanks and pathways... Well, kiddish rivalry never goes away, does...
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    Private Welcome Home

    "Who said anything about feeling trapped?" She shot back. "I have ever been able to come and go as I please!" Her offense was a feint of course, playful words with an old friend. She crooked a small smile just for emphasis. "But if you must know, I do have plans." Anemone kicked her feet as...
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    Open The Tides that Bind (with tentacles)

    "It's just a storm isn't it?" The voice fell upon her ears as so very distant whispers as she grasped the railing of the ship's rail, her nails digging into the wood, testing if it or her fingernails would give first. She was in a cold sweat of purest fear as the winds protested, screamed...
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    Private Welcome Home

    "And the stars spoke true," Anemone smiled, closing her eyes. "They always do," she whispered just loud enough to be heard. The wind made wisps of the loose strands of her hair in reply. She opened her eyes from her small reverence, her pupils shrinking as the sunlight of the world met them...
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    Open The Tides that Bind (with tentacles)

    Anemone rested on her knees on the bow of the Vagrant Breeze, a small schooner bound for a port on the mainland. Her eyes were entranced, fluttering, seeing all of the currents of the air. An angry stormcloud in the distance, she lifted a finger, swirled it so, to tell the captain to adjust...
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    Private Welcome Home

    What was once a crow’s nest creaked and waned upon the flotilla that made up their glorious city. And Anemone’s legs dangled from its highest point. It was here she meditated, though her eyes were open. It was a certain sort of seeing, one the Tempestarii held dear. In one breath she could...
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