Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

After seeing the necklace, everything changed in Jaichim's mind, even his patience and playful attitude towards his captive. When she answered him by yammering on about ideologies, he glared at her in annoyance. Did she not realize she was captive? If he didn't know any better, he'd say he smelled a distraction. Most likely, since the other two seemed so protective of her, she was of the family blood and a magic user to boot. Captain Chuliandred knew from the start he should have been wary but now he was even more. Getting close to her again, he whispered harshly for her ears alone. Sounds like somebody wants to be shot! I would be quiet and still now if I were you. I may not be completely focused on you but my finger is wedged pretty close to this trigger and this gun is awfully close to your face. One false move, even if I were to fall backward, and you'll be left with picking your brains up off of the deck! With that, he stood up straight and returned his attention to the more important people in front of him. He listened to Lord Boswell's snooty spiel, and frowned when it appeared the man was going to withhold something from him, possibly the medallion. But then all attention was given to the red-head who stepped forward boldly, taking off the necklace and holding it out to him. His eyes widened and he was about to start smiling but then he stopped, looking at the woman closely. There was something about this that didn't add up. Lord Boswell had been about to deny him the thing, he was sure of it, and now the girl who possessed it was willingly giving it to him? Was the girl in his arms really worth that much? Something wasn't right here. He looked around the ship quickly, his eyes scanning those standing around watching. How quickly could he get back to the ship and away from here? He had to plan fast. He wasn't going to leave without the medallion, but the way the woman was acting with it, he knew there was some sort of catch. Maybe it was hard to use for someone who didn't know how? The books he'd read hadn't said anything about that, but they hadn't been necessarily bursting with information about the trinket either. Maybe it cast a curse on those not of the blood? It seemed like a reasonable plan to throw the thing at him and have a curse land upon him because of it. They would all have a laugh at his expense and retrieve it eventually when whatever fate that befell him fully incapacitated him. Then a light clicked on in his mind and he smiled knowingly. That's very noble of you, he said in artificially sympathetic tones. Stepping forward and being so cooperative. It's definitely heartwarming to see you care for this girl's safety so much as to give up such power voluntarily. But alas, it's not to be. He made a minuscule gesture and the pirate crew started to move back towards the ship, holding up their weapons as if to ward off those who would stop them. Jaichim himself started to inch backward towards The Atropos, still holding the girl tightly, barely letting her feet touch the ground. Sorry, a change of plans, he said to Lord Boswell before turning back to the girl. You're right, I do want it, but not without you, the owner. I'm no fool and I've been stealing from magic users for a long time. If you want the girl back, you and you alone, with the medallion in hand will follow and come for her. I will then trade her for you and set her free. As he ended, he'd reached the railing of the ship and abruptly swung his arm and punched the captive girl upside the head, hard enough to knock her out. As she collapsed in his arms he handed her off to a waiting crew member who promptly swung over to the other ship. As soon as he'd hit the girl, he pointed the gun at Lord Boswell himself and fired, smiling as he did so. Then he was swinging over onto The Atropos himself and casting off, the cannons in the side of his ship shooting at the Boswell's craft as they made their getaway.