Don't it always seem to go...
WHO: Any and all pirates grieving for Avery's death; anyone who happens to be in the bar.
WHAT: Aforementioned grieving in the only way pirates know how - by getting shitfaced drunk.
WHERE: Bardos
WHEN: The day after the fight with the serpent.
Renya sat at the bar, glass of rum in hand, eyes staring at something no one else could see. Every so often she would take one sip - just one - then put the drink down.
It was going to be a long night.
Renya's emotions were often a mystery to those around her. She played the fool, keeping everything flighty and meaningless, trying not to let anything get to her. But...
Avery. Avery had just been a kid, really. A slightly dense, somewhat incompetent kid, true, but even with that, even with how she and the other constantly teased him, he was family. Everyone on the ship was family.
And now he was dead. Dead on her watch, dead to some spirit-creature monstrosity. Oh aye, Renya had known they were asking for it by going to the temple at all, for only fools meddled in the affairs of the Gods, but she'd thought they'd bounce in and bounce out. She'd THOUGHT that Death meant, as usual, Change, and the Tower would refer to the Jaguar's temple cracking and falling.
She'd read wrong. Oh gods, she'd read wrong, and the literal had, for once, been the case.
But all this she kept inside. On the surface, she was nothing but stoicism and ineffability, the only betrayal of her real emotions being the drink in her hand and the distance in her eyes.
WHAT: Aforementioned grieving in the only way pirates know how - by getting shitfaced drunk.
WHERE: Bardos
WHEN: The day after the fight with the serpent.
Renya sat at the bar, glass of rum in hand, eyes staring at something no one else could see. Every so often she would take one sip - just one - then put the drink down.
It was going to be a long night.
Renya's emotions were often a mystery to those around her. She played the fool, keeping everything flighty and meaningless, trying not to let anything get to her. But...
Avery. Avery had just been a kid, really. A slightly dense, somewhat incompetent kid, true, but even with that, even with how she and the other constantly teased him, he was family. Everyone on the ship was family.
And now he was dead. Dead on her watch, dead to some spirit-creature monstrosity. Oh aye, Renya had known they were asking for it by going to the temple at all, for only fools meddled in the affairs of the Gods, but she'd thought they'd bounce in and bounce out. She'd THOUGHT that Death meant, as usual, Change, and the Tower would refer to the Jaguar's temple cracking and falling.
She'd read wrong. Oh gods, she'd read wrong, and the literal had, for once, been the case.
But all this she kept inside. On the surface, she was nothing but stoicism and ineffability, the only betrayal of her real emotions being the drink in her hand and the distance in her eyes.