☠s e a w e e d s - - ( dream&&middie )

[Osheaga]

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                          A decorative throne carved purely from blue and pink coral was positioned high in the large room; several moss-ridden pillars surrounded it. Beyond them was a vast cliff; a shelf of rock that curved inward much like a semi-circle. To many in the Melrose sea this crescent-moon shaped formation was known as Noki Bay, an extravagant, secretive resort that shielded away from the rest of the ocean. The temple-like pagoda that the throne was positioned in was a precarious built 'indoor oasis' created by Melrose precursors hundreds of years ago. The chamber had built ponds of pure, untouched water and brilliant waterfalls and fountains to match it. Exotic ocean dwelling flora was draped on the ceiling; the path leading up to the sea was manufactured from smelted oyster pearls and untainted diamond. Within this realm such resources weren't as precious as others; diamonds and pearl were common amongst the people, though rarer forms of the minerals - such as pink diamonds or black peals - sold for a significantly higher prices.
                          
                          A man was escorted into the pagoda by two heavily muscles men garbed in red-colored armor and sporting horrifyingly jagged polearms. "My lady!" the man cried forth, kneeling down at the foot of the pearl throne. Within the seat sat a woman ... an unfailingly exotic, gorgeous woman with features softer then ocean sponge and more flawless then a pearl. The woman was a Muse - the muse of idealism, creativity and uniqueness. She was summoned to the island to deal with a controversial matter. Needless to say she was not pleased; out of all of the four Muses, Johnta was the one seen the least. The fact that she was willing enough to address such a menial issue was baffling. "I am the magistrate of the forest island to the ease. My people and I are experiencing a drout; a crops had withered to dust and the earth is dry and cracked. We have not produced a single fruit or vegetable this season. I beg of you to aid us; bring my people and our land prosperity again." The Muse Johnta eyed the magistrate with her ostentatious, immensely colored ginger-ale gaze. Her heavily ringed, beautiful hands graced the arms of the throne; she tapped her fingers impatiently, watching the man with an uninterested gawk.
                          
                          Clearly, the magistrate was entranced with her alien beauty. Her legs were long and toned, sculpted by the most experienced of architecture; the cloth that had covered them was long and inked with a tribal design along with a beautiful pattern; it slid between her legs, revealing simple tribal tattoos on her upper thighs. They were the markings of the Banshee, brands that signified stupendous spiritual and ethereal gifts. "My lady? Please. Give me some answer." The woman turned her head to the side, examining her staff that was propped against the seat. It, too, was created from spoils of the sea. She raised one of her eyebrows, several of her dark, thick, untamed bangs skittering into her view, giving her the unamused look. "Magistrate Crasus." The woman's voice was like pure cotton, strong and firm, virtually dripping with viscous, golden honey. "I realize that you've already consulted yet another of my brethren with this unfortunate dilemma. It was he that informed you about your greedy reasons to eliminate this supposed drought, correct?" The magistrate Crasus noted Johnta's voice. She had a skill that she used to disguise her tone as well; when she spoke this time, it sounded cool and metallic.
                          
                          "Well, yes, but -"
                          
                          "Then this issue should not have been brought to my attention. You have wasted my time ... I am displeased."
                          
                          All residents of the Melrose Sea knew what it meant when a Muse was displeased. Though Johnta was not posh, she did have a fiery wrath. She was very prosperous and selfless; she gave much and asked for nothing in return. However ... this man had irritated her. Time was very precious to the young woman, and while she was not immortal, she treasured every second. This particular muse was impulsive and merely acted on said impulses. "Displeased ...?" he repeated, "My lady!" Johnta's beautiful face twisted to an angry scowl. "I do not appreciate your artifice. Leave at once." The man gave Johnta a vehement glare. He balled a fist so tight that his knuckles turned ghost white. "Such insolence! You arrogant heifer!" Suddenly, an odd mist was secreted from her flesh; it sparkled with an eerie violet glow, reflecting flecks of gold light. The mist surrounded that magistrate's iron body; the man's eyes went blank with blinding agony. An odd, crimson colored dust bled from his pores before his now dead corpse hit the pearl and diamond walkway with a sickeningly gruesome thud. The surrounding area was shrouded in a veil of mist with a reddish hue; suddenly, the mist that Johnta had summoned zipped towards the two of the magistrate's personal guards, repeating the same gruesome death.
                          
                          The Ideal Muse Johnta had the ability to turn blood into dust; though, if water were added, it would become blood again. She was not pleased, however, with her time not so well wasted. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Midnight]

(I am going to post so I don't lose the rp. That would be embarrassing)

 

[Midnight]

The ocean held so many wonders, beyond the reefs and beautiful atolls and archipelagos marking an endless deep blue sea. The world seemed to be at peace in the sea, but in truth it was constantly in turmoil the further away from Melrose that one could be. Rumors had begun spreading, a war to the west was beginning to bloom, a rebellion against the government that Melrose itself had set. The rumors got worse, the six lords of the sea were meeting for the first time in years, and one was on his way to help the rebels.

The people believed that the seas were ruled by the three rulers and the government of Melrose, however the truth was that only the islands were ruled by the government, the seas were controlled by the lords of the sea, all six of the lords controlled the pirates of the seas, working either with the governments, or against them on their own whims. The Lords also rarely ever interacted with eachother, so the coming gathering was a rare... and unsettling event.

A large black ship was sailing into the port at the famous resort of Noki bay, a figure perched on the figure head of the ship. The resort was well known for it's luxuries and the Captain of that exact ship was quite fond of stopping into the sheltered port. The ship itself was rather big, made to be effective in combat and for long journeys across the sea and was made for a large crew. This the personal ship of the man known around the seas as Gale, the wanderer. A highly enigmatic man. Gale's figure was swathed in a dark coat that reached his ankles and fluttered in the wind, his face was obscured by a wide brimmed hat, with only his foxlike smile showing from under the brim. The male was standing perched on the figurehead of the ship, watching the port grow closer and closer until it was time to dock.

Gale smirked, spinning around on his heel and jumping back up to the bow of the ship. "'Right" Gale wore the same smile he did at times like this, walking across the deck of the ship past his crew "I have a little bit of business to attend to here, in the meantime go ahead and kick back" Gale had been called back to his homeland, his people needed him, but they could afford to wait a little while. Gale was one of the most powerful men in the four seas, but he often did not look the part, Gale was dressed like a man of the seas instead of a ruler, for that was what he saw himself as. He acted in an almost carefree way which set any potential foes off course and confused the enemies he had. Gale was a wanderer by nature, he couldn't stay in one place, yet he was one of the Six, a Lord of the Sea. The man was known to be eccentric and carefree, walking with a nearly drunken step

As the Captain walked down the gangplank of the ship he was confronted by two women, both wearing ornate and unpleasantly bright dresses and both wearing unpleasantly wide smiles. The male hid a grimace and looked at the women, finishing his trip before they spoke. They didn't know who he really was, instead they had been told that he was a merchant, Captain Bries "Welcome Captain Bries... we have been expecting you." One of the women, the one wearing the pink dress smiled and bowed after she spoke before her yellow dressed companion picked up where she left off "We know that the journey has been long and hard, but Noki bay has a dress code, please come with us and we can get you into something more comfortable." Gale turned around, hearing the snickering of his crew from onboard the ship "Alright, you jokers can stay on the ship and wait for me. The nice folks at the Bay will bring you booze and supplies, I might return in a hurry too, so keep her ready to set sail at a moment's notice" Gale had a weird feeling about this day, he knew that something was off. Gale turned away from his crew and back at the women before grimacing "Alright, but I keep my hat" The male touched his hat possessively, keeping his face in it's shadow as the two women lead him off into a beautifully carved archway that seemed to be carved from the coral itself. The entire resort was incredibly elegant, it would be a fine place for Gale to hang out, but at the same time it was a bastion for the rich. Gale followed the women, an absent smile on his face, they didn't know who he was at the least. Gale waited and walked, tuning the two women out as they droned on and on about the history and absolute luxury of the resort as they were trained to do until they were deep in their lecture. When the two women weren't watching him, Gale performed a crisp right face, effectively vanishing from behind them down a side path.

Gale would take his time to explore the resort now that he had ditched his two tour guides, the male wouldn't let a couple of overly cheery women stop him from walking around at his own free will after all. The male began his little trip through the resort, enjoying the terrariums of flowers and the beautiful cascades and waterfalls as he did. Gale ignored the dress code for the place, not bothering to take up any of the robes from the area, staying with his coat, boots and hat as he began exploring, the Magistrate would be here somewhere... When Gale walked into one of the particularly beautiful sections a sound caught his ear. The male turned his head, looking down a path that seemed to lead to a particularly exquisite looking shrine. Gale had no clue what was going down, but being the adventurer he was, he was going to find out what was making the sound. The sound was voices, a male's from what it seemed, and a female's voice. Gale looked up towards the shrine, beginning to walk towards the shrine slowly. The conversation continued and nobody in it seemed happy. As Gale drew closer he could begin to make out words.

When Gale rounded the corner he stumbled upon quite a impressive sight, the sight of the magistrate being killed in a spectacular way by what Gale assumed was one of the four Muses. Gale smirked, this was defiantly interesting. The male decided to show himself, as the person he had intended to meet here was dead anyway. Gale smirked, walking casually around the corner into the shrine, his keen eyes focusing on the Muse as he did. The male exhibited no fear as he walked, a smile appearing on his lips as he looked down at the dead Magistrate and the guards then back at the Muse while strolling casually into the chamber. Despite what had happened Gale showed no sign of shock, simply walking into the room at his own pace, he trusted that the muse wouldn't attack him without provocation

Gale certainly was a handsome man, he looked almost exotic in his nature. Without his face covered by his hat his features were revealed. The male had a soft smile on his lips as he sauntered into the shrine, his long dark hair arranged in a rather exquisite fashion, tied into a ponytail while letting his bangs. hang fairly loose to frame his handsome face

"My, my my..." Gale walked into the room, a smile still fresh on his face as his eyes cast over the muse's exotic, and quite beautiful features. The muse likely had no idea who he was, of course he knew everything about her... well... mostly everything... Johnta, the Muse of Creativity and Idealism "Quite a mess you made here, well, I guess the magistrate here likely deserved it" Gale didn't bother introducing himself quite yet, he was a little upset that the muse had killed the man that he had come here to negotiate with. The male spoke in a non threatening tone, his voice was charismatic and soft, quite pleasant to look for, he also kept any tones of arrogance free from his voice.

When Gale got close to her he bowed, a very formal movement "My lady, it is a pleasure and honor to meet you"