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Tru studied Duo intensely. He was nearly six feet tall, Lean and well muscled, and his long chestnut braid would make any woman jealous.
Flirt.
Without a doubt he was the type of man who broke hearts.
Well he wouldn't break Joslyn's. Not unless Tru was dead and buried.
And that was not happening anytime soon.
*
Duo looked around the large room as they entered. A large computer screen was situated on the farthest wall. On the side walls where pictures, documents and... Several wanted posters featuring Joslyn.
That must be some kind of joke. He knew she was a pirate but those claimed she was wanted dead or alive. Actually it was 'Black Heart' who was wanted dead or alive.
Best not to ask. As they say, let sleeping dogs lie.
He noticed that two women where playing chess in the corner.
Or something remotely like chess...
"HA I WIN"
"DO NOT!"
Duo glanced at Joslyn who had slapped a hand over her face and groaned in horror. He turned back to the arguers.
On was a very short (about 5"1) very thin woman of 20 or so who had a tangle of honey blonde curls, blue eyes. He raked a disbelieving gaze over her, blue and white-stripped button down shirt, denim clam diggers with ragged ends, bandana that covered the top of her head and the eye patch covering her left eye
...Jeez...
He turned to the second woman.
She was tall (though not as tall as Tru who stood 3 inches taller) She was around 20 and fine boned. She had a mane of dark brown, hair and her eyes where an indeterminable color. More than likely do to the fact that she had huge glasses, with thick black frames and wide circular shape, and lenses so think that even the smallest amount of light glared off so that it looked like her lenses where white. Much like her 'friend' she wore pirate garb, a white and green-stripped shirt that might as well have been a dress, for how large, loose and long it was. At her knees he saw hints of white clam diggers. She pulled her hair back with a bandanna.
He was pulled from his humorous thoughts on the 'style' of dress they wore by Tru's sharp command.
"QUIET"
Or maybe it was just loud not sharp. He wasn't sure since his ears where ringing.
"Laffy! Nessa!" Joslyn growled.
When they both turned and looked at her she said in an exasperated voice.
"What are you doing?"
"Playing chessopoly." The short one replied.
"It's a cross between chess and monopoly." The tall on added
Joslyn side "Duo, this is Ness," the tall on waved "and Laffy," the short one waved "their my fist and second mates."
"Oh... okay...."
"Well if you're finished..."
Laffy, Nessa, Joslyn and Duo turned ad one. Tru stood by the computer, foolish grin in place, and Pix was on the screen.
"Tru had explained your idea to me," Pix continued "And I ran a quick scan of the oceans around us. On the outer limits I found a large mass of matter. However because it's so far away, I can't tell what it is."
"So lets check it out!" Joslyn cried.
"Can we come?" Nessa asked
"Please?" Laffy begged
"Yes of course. Go prepare the Black Paradise."
Nessa and Laffy ran off.
*
Duo looked back from the door and smiled at Joslyn.
"Ahem!"
They both looked up Tru was smiling brightly but the fire in her eyes as she looked at him told Duo he was no trusted friend of her's.
"We have a small problem."
"What is it Tru?" Joslyn asked
"Demi Malloren recently restarted her search for you."
Joslyn froze. Then rage filled her face.
"Malloren! That bloody thief!"
Tru snorted at the hypocrisy of the statement. She leaned over and retriever her beloved shield from its spot on the ground before walking forward and pulling Joslyn from the room, leaving Duo to follow.
*
Duo blinked as he watched Joslyn steer the Black Paradise.
"Who's Demi Malloren?" He asked hesitantly.
Joslyn had not answered him when he had asked her earlier, before they boarded the ship. It was Tru who answered
"Demi, short for Demitra, Malloren is a private investigator who often does work for the government. She's Joslyn's rival in an on going game of cat and mouse."
Duo glanced at her. He had noticed that upon leaving she had donned a circular silver metal shield with a black sun on the front and yellow borders. Strapped across her back with a brown leather belt that crossed over her back, while most would find it uncomfortable she looked perfectly content. She also looked very at ease with the gun that she had openly slipped into a hidden holster and the knife she had tucked into she sleeve.
Great. Now he was stuck on a boat with two unrealistically pirate garbed insane women who couldn't stop fighting or playing 'chessopoly', A holographic woman who popped up at inappropriate places at inappropriate times, and evil, rabid, butt biting lame ass excuse for a dragon.
And of course a sharp shooting bounty hunter with psychopathic tendencies a case of nasty mood swings.
Or maybe she just didn't like him at all.
.... Oh well.
Then again with Joslyn on the boat... it wasn't.... so bad.
Actually it was kind of nice with all the wind blowing her h-
"DUO!!!!"
Duo looked up to find himself alone on the deck.
To the side Joslyn and Tru where in a small motorboat staring at him oddly.
"You okay? We've been calling you for like 5 minutes." Joslyn smiled at him
"Yeah I'm fine."
He hopped into the boat and sat as close to Joslyn a he could.
*
As they drove further out through the rocks Duo felt Tru's menacing glare on his back, drawing him from his thoughts while he stared at Joslyn.
He turned and looked at her.
She held a flush that was cross between rage and embarrassment.
Almost a if.... No it couldn't be. It's not like she was a mind reader or anything.
Tru's flushed look vanished. She smiled a decidedly mocking grin and raised one pale brow.
.................... OH COME ON!!!
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Demi Malloren leaned over the rail of the ship she was on and peered across the horizon with her binoculars. She brushed aside a lock of her bright orange hair and lowered the binoculars.
"I don't see them Hannah. Can you smell anything?"
She turned and looked down at her loyal partner and best friend.
Hannah the fluffy white dog.
The little dog, being no bigger than a mailbox and a tad pudgy looked up at Demi and rolled onto her back.
"......... No I didn't think so."
Demi held the binoculars to her eyes and looked back at the ocean.
"I know you're out their Feral. Just wait, I'll find you."
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Tru studied Duo intensely. He was nearly six feet tall, Lean and well muscled, and his long chestnut braid would make any woman jealous.
Flirt.
Without a doubt he was the type of man who broke hearts.
Well he wouldn't break Joslyn's. Not unless Tru was dead and buried.
And that was not happening anytime soon.
*
Duo looked around the large room as they entered. A large computer screen was situated on the farthest wall. On the side walls where pictures, documents and... Several wanted posters featuring Joslyn.
That must be some kind of joke. He knew she was a pirate but those claimed she was wanted dead or alive. Actually it was 'Black Heart' who was wanted dead or alive.
Best not to ask. As they say, let sleeping dogs lie.
He noticed that two women where playing chess in the corner.
Or something remotely like chess...
"HA I WIN"
"DO NOT!"
Duo glanced at Joslyn who had slapped a hand over her face and groaned in horror. He turned back to the arguers.
On was a very short (about 5"1) very thin woman of 20 or so who had a tangle of honey blonde curls, blue eyes. He raked a disbelieving gaze over her, blue and white-stripped button down shirt, denim clam diggers with ragged ends, bandana that covered the top of her head and the eye patch covering her left eye
...Jeez...
He turned to the second woman.
She was tall (though not as tall as Tru who stood 3 inches taller) She was around 20 and fine boned. She had a mane of dark brown, hair and her eyes where an indeterminable color. More than likely do to the fact that she had huge glasses, with thick black frames and wide circular shape, and lenses so think that even the smallest amount of light glared off so that it looked like her lenses where white. Much like her 'friend' she wore pirate garb, a white and green-stripped shirt that might as well have been a dress, for how large, loose and long it was. At her knees he saw hints of white clam diggers. She pulled her hair back with a bandanna.
He was pulled from his humorous thoughts on the 'style' of dress they wore by Tru's sharp command.
"QUIET"
Or maybe it was just loud not sharp. He wasn't sure since his ears where ringing.
"Laffy! Nessa!" Joslyn growled.
When they both turned and looked at her she said in an exasperated voice.
"What are you doing?"
"Playing chessopoly." The short one replied.
"It's a cross between chess and monopoly." The tall on added
Joslyn side "Duo, this is Ness," the tall on waved "and Laffy," the short one waved "their my fist and second mates."
"Oh... okay...."
"Well if you're finished..."
Laffy, Nessa, Joslyn and Duo turned ad one. Tru stood by the computer, foolish grin in place, and Pix was on the screen.
"Tru had explained your idea to me," Pix continued "And I ran a quick scan of the oceans around us. On the outer limits I found a large mass of matter. However because it's so far away, I can't tell what it is."
"So lets check it out!" Joslyn cried.
"Can we come?" Nessa asked
"Please?" Laffy begged
"Yes of course. Go prepare the Black Paradise."
Nessa and Laffy ran off.
*
Duo looked back from the door and smiled at Joslyn.
"Ahem!"
They both looked up Tru was smiling brightly but the fire in her eyes as she looked at him told Duo he was no trusted friend of her's.
"We have a small problem."
"What is it Tru?" Joslyn asked
"Demi Malloren recently restarted her search for you."
Joslyn froze. Then rage filled her face.
"Malloren! That bloody thief!"
Tru snorted at the hypocrisy of the statement. She leaned over and retriever her beloved shield from its spot on the ground before walking forward and pulling Joslyn from the room, leaving Duo to follow.
*
Duo blinked as he watched Joslyn steer the Black Paradise.
"Who's Demi Malloren?" He asked hesitantly.
Joslyn had not answered him when he had asked her earlier, before they boarded the ship. It was Tru who answered
"Demi, short for Demitra, Malloren is a private investigator who often does work for the government. She's Joslyn's rival in an on going game of cat and mouse."
Duo glanced at her. He had noticed that upon leaving she had donned a circular silver metal shield with a black sun on the front and yellow borders. Strapped across her back with a brown leather belt that crossed over her back, while most would find it uncomfortable she looked perfectly content. She also looked very at ease with the gun that she had openly slipped into a hidden holster and the knife she had tucked into she sleeve.
Great. Now he was stuck on a boat with two unrealistically pirate garbed insane women who couldn't stop fighting or playing 'chessopoly', A holographic woman who popped up at inappropriate places at inappropriate times, and evil, rabid, butt biting lame ass excuse for a dragon.
And of course a sharp shooting bounty hunter with psychopathic tendencies a case of nasty mood swings.
Or maybe she just didn't like him at all.
.... Oh well.
Then again with Joslyn on the boat... it wasn't.... so bad.
Actually it was kind of nice with all the wind blowing her h-
"DUO!!!!"
Duo looked up to find himself alone on the deck.
To the side Joslyn and Tru where in a small motorboat staring at him oddly.
"You okay? We've been calling you for like 5 minutes." Joslyn smiled at him
"Yeah I'm fine."
He hopped into the boat and sat as close to Joslyn a he could.
*
As they drove further out through the rocks Duo felt Tru's menacing glare on his back, drawing him from his thoughts while he stared at Joslyn.
He turned and looked at her.
She held a flush that was cross between rage and embarrassment.
Almost a if.... No it couldn't be. It's not like she was a mind reader or anything.
Tru's flushed look vanished. She smiled a decidedly mocking grin and raised one pale brow.
.................... OH COME ON!!!
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Demi Malloren leaned over the rail of the ship she was on and peered across the horizon with her binoculars. She brushed aside a lock of her bright orange hair and lowered the binoculars.
"I don't see them Hannah. Can you smell anything?"
She turned and looked down at her loyal partner and best friend.
Hannah the fluffy white dog.
The little dog, being no bigger than a mailbox and a tad pudgy looked up at Demi and rolled onto her back.
"......... No I didn't think so."
Demi held the binoculars to her eyes and looked back at the ocean.
"I know you're out their Feral. Just wait, I'll find you."