Stonegit and Cabbage

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Cabbage:  “Yarrr!!” Little Cabbage roars as the guards drag her (or in her case, carry her) down to the prison cell.  “Yeh ain’t takin’ me without a fight, landlubbers!  Tallfolk!  Sea cucumbers!”
The guards groan, having lifted this little terror of a woman into the air like a crazed cat of some sort.  They end up tossing her into a prison cell and slamming the door closed as quickly as possible.
“An’ you lot better treat me axe well!” she shouts after them through the bars as they flee.  “That axe belonged to me ol’ Cap'n!”
She sighs and crosses her arms.  Then she glances around.
Hmm… that be the infamous Stonegit?  What kinda name comes from a rock anyhow?
“Ahoy!” she greets, plopping down onto the ground.  “So what sort o’ trouble yeh do ta’ get yerself thrown in here, eh lad?  Bit o’ a cold place, ain’t it?”
Stonegit: “Oh…I’m not imprisoned,” Stonegit said, scratching the stone ground lightly with his nail. “The Queen battleofthegroundeddungeon just likes to think that me being in this box will keep me from accomplishing my goals.” he rubbed his nose once. “We vikings get our ugly names so that trolls don’t kidnap us as babies…what about you? What’s your name half pint?" 
- multiple responses of Little Cabbage lost. Stonegit's responses listed without previous reply context -
Stonegit: “Will!” Stonegit corrected firmly. “That is what I have found to be truly powerful. My guards were smart enough to secure you in one of my improved cells…good. See what your strength does for you now.”
Stonegit: “Why did you storm the fortress?” Stonegit asked suddenly, and harshly. 
Stonegit: Stonegit huffed. “Then you’re not worth my time. If a bit of chaos was all you were looking for then you and I need not have anything to do with each other.”
Stonegit: “Your size has nothing to do with it,” Stonegit said darkly. “You see Cabbage, whatever enemies I have, I intend to kill. In order to become my enemy you must do a very specific thing. So in already reality, I am a man of few enemies, despite how things seem.” he stopped scratching the floor. “And my enemies are the only worthwhile people in my life, save for the Queen and her family. And that…dear pirate, is the only reason you aren’t worth my time. Because you are not my enemy…" 
Stonegit: "We had to many escapes,” Stonegit said. “So I had it redone so it could hold the strongest warriors and powerful mages. Only have two done though, soon the others will be just as secure.” Stonegit’s eyes glances over, drifting off and out of concentration.
“Haddock?” he whispered, barely audible. He flinched, and then exhaled harshly. Stonegit breathed deeply, calming himself. “My crew has already made their conditions clear…so neither I nor them have anything to worry about,” he eventually sighed.   
Stonegit: "My future…vanished in a cloud of smoke and flames…” Stonegit replied. “I have lost ever since I was a child. My thinking capacity, my sight, my life, and now my King. I'v even gotten some nice scars out of it.” he gave a smile. “But yes, it’s my choice…and I choose to return what was given to me." 
Cabbage: "Well if yeh keep sayin’ mad words like that, a cell’s the only future yeh’re seein’,” Little Cabbage scoffs at him.  “But if yeh’re happy with it.  All hail sir madman o'erlord o’ the cell!” she mockingly waves at him.  “Vengeance vengeance, kill kill kill!  Mwahahahahahaha!” she does her best impression of an evil laugh.
Then she bursts into her own cheery laughter and moves herself closer to the bars, but out of reach of anyone.  “Good talkin’ to ya crazy mate.  Now if yeh don’ mind, I’m goin’ ta’ practice some proper good ol’ prisoner’s etiquette.”
And with that, she bursts out into song, planning to go through the entire repertoire of work songs and sea shanties that she knows.
“Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low, down the street in me kilt I go — and all the ladies say hello – Spinach where’s yer trousers?”
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