Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

Torean was aware of the men in the room with them and sensed their general emotions, but really he could care less what they thought of him disrespecting their precious Captain. He'd mentioned her honorary title, hadn't he? That should be enough, but he knew it wasn't. When she spoke he pursed his lips in thought and let out a resigned breath looking down at the table top. Fine, he'd make nice with her and her crew. Anything else, Miss Desiree? he wanted to ask, mocking like a servant would act. But from what he could tell, the men already didn't like him and any more show of disrespect right now might make them angrier. Not that he really cared much what they thought or that he feared their wrath...but she was right. Although it would be better for him and everyone else on board if they kept their distance from him, he didn't know how long this voyage would be. But the bond with the Captain held for life, so he was here at least as long as she was--it would do well not to ruin his chances for social interaction completely. Afterall, the demon wasn't much company in it's current state of enraged distress. When she suggested the already cooked meat, he grimaced slightly--yes, he supposed that would do, but he didn't really care for the taste of cooked meat--and then perked when she mentioned the rats. Yes! Of course! Something he could kill while waiting for the next battle. Rats were extremely easy to kill and their flesh wasn't the best tasting, but at least it was something. He felt a rush of excitement course through him as the demon became thrilled at the idea of slaughtering something and he had to take a deep breath to keep himself from giving in to the urge to run below deck right that moment. Patience he calmly thought to Locke who answered with a restless growl inside his head. Outwardly, there was a brief jump to his eyebrows and he serenly nodded his head. That'll do just fine, he said in somewhat congenial tones, for the moment just happy that he'd get some relief from the demon's frustration. And you would be correct in assuming that. That was all he was going to say on that. She'd no doubt get first hand knowledge of how he'd kill them when he actually went to do it and the thought of such made him chuckle a little. As she went on to explain why she wanted him to look presentable, he glanced around the room boredly, giving a small derisive sniff. Torean was a bit surprised about the bodyguard 'plan' but he continued to look like he was done listening to her talk and as if he just wanted her to shut up and go away. Mostly he did so out of a sense of defiance, but also because he was prideful. He had agreed to come on this ship and be a part of her crew and follow orders and all of that. But he'd been his own man for the longest time and even when he'd been a part of company on a few occasions, he'd never been one to take orders. He had to now, but if he could get away with the small shows of arrogance, then he would. He wasn't some wolf she could tame and train and make into her dog and he would continue to remind her that he had his own mind for as long as he could get away with it. The trip to India was also a surprise and one that he looked forward to, but he kept that hidden from his demeanor as well. No need to let her know he was like an excited tourist upon her vessel, and he stiffled a yawn, gazing back at her with a look that plainly said ' Are we done? ' Seeing that she was finally going to leave, he let out a deep breath and watched as she called over a man and gave him orders before standing up and walking away. He was a little bereft to see her go, but shrugged it off irritatedly. She was the only one he'd gotten close to in a long time and was the first person to ever survive in his presence for this long ever since he'd been joined with the demon. But he didn't like the feeling that he wanted to be around her and shoved such feelings away as he watched her go. It was probably just the bond making him want to be close to her anyway. Turning to the man who stepped forward, Torean gave him a level look before looking away with a scornful sniff. Call me Torean, he muttered begrudgingly, in a surprising show of an attempt to be civil. The word sounded alien to his ears and he realized it had been almost a decade since he'd last said his name aloud. It wasn't too surprising what was the point of introducing yourself to dead people--or rather, soon-to-be-dead-people? Noticing the man's foreign eyes and accent, Torean wondered what his face would look like when a knife plunged into his gut or how his voice would sound when he was being eaten alive. Would Xin pray and plead in his own language...whatever it was? Or would he cry out in broken English? The demon surged up in his ear with an excited hissing whisper. YES!Yes!Yes!Yes! it said in a thousand voices speaking in unison echoing inside Torean's head. Let us try! Let us try! Must find out! Must! Gut him like a pig! Oooo! Make him squeal! It was a bit of an effort to shove the thing down again to make it be quiet and aloud Torean said, Shhh. Shut up, cretin, he said his gaze drawn inward and scowling darkly. Locke continued to babble on inside his skull, but at least he was somewhat quieter now. It was then that he realized he'd spoken somewhat aloud and looked at Xin nonchalantly, trying to pretend nothing had happened. Ah, so this man was going to give him a haircut, was he? Well alright then. Still somewhat embarrassed from letting his quarreling with the demon come out in public view, he merely nodded in response to the first question. Then once Xin had stepped behind him, he had regained most of his composure and was feeling rather playful. So in response to the man's other question, Torean smirked and nodded. Yes, he said, before turning to look over his shoulder at the man. Black eyes gazed at Xin and sharp, reddish teeth filled his mouth, his features somewhat warped and twisted as the demon peaked out at him. Make me pretty. Locke's voice came through as a thousand voices speaking at once, that one deeper voice with the German accent more pronounced than the rest. There was amusement in it's tone and a slight mocking as well, and it licked it's teeth smiling widely, the sound of a man begging for his life echoing in the heads of all of those who saw him grin. Then Torean turned back around, the demon fading back inside, and he smiled to himself as he waited for the man to start, enjoying the palpable feeling of fear that filled the room.