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i be HERE. hok brainrot. hok brainrot.
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iconss being made. im so excited for hok blog
#tracy;talks#to be deleted#hok is literally all ive done for over a month im obsessed. autism ammiright?
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im very proud :))
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muses on the blog will include :
daji alessio shouyue liu bei jiang shi xie feng
icons are being made. when i make my hok blog i'll like it here for anyone who wanna interact with the hok muses.
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i will be making a seperate hok blog after all. i wanna do icons that wont match here & that bugs me so :))
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"It's you..."
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#i exist im just consumed by hok. sorry bye#daji got free skin imma get i am i am#my fox puppet#tracy;talks#to be deleted
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she.
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#I. Love. Her.#QUEEN.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ.
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gemma using ur muse as an ashtray then fucking them tho—
#she still wants this.#let her put her cigarette out on ur muse while she bones them k#bye#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ.
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#yeah tara. dont be so dramatic.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇ��ʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ x ᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇꜱ.
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permafrost Zayne from Love and Deepspace got me obsessed ;A;
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NAME : Daji AGE : 18 GENDER : Female SEXUALITY : Bisexual ENERGY : Sorcery HEIGHT : 165 см REGION : The First Lands IDENTITY : Jiang Ziya's Creation QUOTE : "No heart means no pain..."
BIOGRAPHY :
A long time ago, in a period very different from today, machinery and sorcery had ushered in prosperous times for the humans. People lived in luxury, and humans kept large numbers of feralis in servitude. Of course, there were feralis who rebelled, but these minor uprisings were quickly suppressed. During these times lived an old man with a unique set of skills. Using his knowledge of machinery to carefully sculpt a puppet, he then breathed life into her with sorcery. The puppet tried very hard to be perfect in the old man's eyes, but he would still sigh: "Why is it so different from what I intended?" The puppet would tilt its head in confusion: Why does my creator say this? Is it because I don't have a heart? When can I become a real human? So, the pupped tried and tried to become more human. When she finally started behaving just like a real person, the old man took her to Zhaoge, where he had her delivered to King Zhou's court. The puppet was afraid and worried: Am I being abandoned? During this time, King Zhou was mourning the loss of his beloved, and the puppet reminded him of his dead lover. Despite the uncertainties concerning her identity, King Zhou kept her close, gently addressing her as "Daji". Daji finally lived life the way she had longed for—like a real human. However, her heart still felt empty. Day after day, King Zhou poured out his thoughts to her. From this, she learnt that King Zhou's deceased lover was a ferali-human hybrid. For her sake, King Zhou had wanted humans and feralis to coexist peacefully. But his subjects couldn't stand the thought of feralis being their equals, and rose up in rebellion. To Daji's great surprise, the same old man who had created her was the one who had rallied the people against the king. As Daji listened carefully to the king's stories, she felt sympathy welling up within her. Was this "love"? She knew of this feeling that humans called "love," but how could she recognize it? What was true love? She wasn't sure, for she had no heart. After all, she was just an imitation, a puppet. Soon, King Zhou went off to war, and in his absence Daji wandered the palace aimlessly. Mysterious voices in her head guided her, and she felt a strong desire to find a heart of her own. If only she had a heart, she could become a person with emotions, not just an empty shell. The voices led her to the mausoleum King Zhou had built for his lover. In a white jade coffin opened by a spell there lay a heart, still alive and beating. But as she picked it up, it disintegrated, and the soul sealed inside it entered her body. The soul's memory fragments flashed through Daji's mind: King Zhou and the hybrid girl falling in love, him losing her during the uprisings, him sealing his lover's soul in his own heart, and finally, him telling the puppet everything he remembered of her... "A Bonded Love"—and the puppet's empty chest was filled with things unfamiliar to it. Daji envied the love bond between King Zhou and his lover, so she decided to seek true love herself, in the hopes that her future self would also have a heart of her own. This time, will she finally become a real person?
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my boy li bai. i love him ur honor. love him too.
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fearxtoxfreedom asked: @ Wendy & Tara, why do you keep fucking Jax if Gemma is clearly a better lay?
Tara looked up from her desk, well her OLD desk. She wasn’t going to be a doctor here much longer. And this wasn’t going to be her office. Dark eyes pierced the other as if trying to peer into their soul, cogs turning within her mind, questioning how they even know about Gemma. This HAD to be one of that twisted bitch’s taunts… “What I do with Jax is my business. And if what I do with Gemma is your business. Then I suggest you ask HER.” Cold reply, voice unwavering and she turned back away. Still the question dug into her mind like a leucotome being pushed through her eye socket for a transorbital lobotomy. The truth was? Far too complicated to hash out with a random cunt bitch in her office at the hospital. And in deeper truth? She hadn’t entirely even hashed it out with her own CONSCIENCE & SUBCONSCIOUS.
She supposed she had something to prove. TO FIX. Like an obsessive compulsive dictatorship within her mind, telling her that the only scenario in which gets out of this as a GOOD PERSON would be if she was with Jax & the kids, and if she helped him escape the lifetime she’d previously ABANDONED HIM to suffer through all alone. She never should’ve left. Or maybe she never should’ve come back. Wasn’t it ironic, though? In coming back home and taking back Jax, she’d neglected to share her deepest secret. And, no, somehow she WASN’T talking about her abortion. No, no… The truth was? Tara had made the decision to leave after she’d cheated on Jax WITH GEMMA at the tender age of eighteen .She was lost and confused -- SCARED. Definitely scared. And she panicked and she believed the best thing she could do was leave this mess before it erupted right in her face.
In her mind that made HER the problem. HER the monster. She’d been the unfaithful one. And as Gemma repeatedly would tell her. She & Tara? Leaving Jax? Leaving Charming? Would RUIN HIM. So maybe Gemma only had herself to blame for Tara’s obsession with fixing what she’d broken. Oh, who was Tara kidding? That was her desperate need to appear INNOCENCE & BLAMELESS. Tara had made this mess. She knew she would. And still she left. She hadn’t even come back for Jax. She’d come back for the SAFETY he’d provide from Kohn -- The man she’d married and been impregnated by while Jax was falling apart. And once he’d killed Kohn for her? Well, how the fuck was she supposed to leave THEN? …Turned out Gemma wasn’t the only one living a tangled web of manipulative lies. Besides, perhaps they were right. After all, the truest words she’d ever spoken to Jax were that night she’d FORCED HIM to tell her he loved her. And he did. Before asking her if she loved him…
“If I could stop, I would…”
That wasn’t love. That’d be like suggesting GEMMA was still in love with CLAY just because she had residual feelings for the man that beat her half to death and put a hit out on the mother of her grandchildren. SHE DIDN’T. Just… Situations could get unholy fucking complicated sometimes. And that’s where Tara currently was: Trapped between a man she should’ve loved from the start but didn’t, and a woman she shouldn’t have loved at all, yet did. What a fucking mess she’d made of this… “Hey…” She called out to the interfering third party. “You see, Gemma? Tell her to go FUCK HERSELF. And then tell her to meet me at the dive bar on Lincoln Avenue. I wanna ask her why she keeps fucking around with me, Wendy and Rita myself. FAIR’S FAIR, RIGHT?”
#I LOVE THIS BABE <3#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ x ᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇꜱ.#ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ / ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ.
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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜
❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜
❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜
❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜
❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜
❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜
❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜
❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜
❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜
❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜
❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜
❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜
❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜
❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜
❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜
❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜
❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜
❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜
❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜
❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜
❛ kiss me again. ❜
❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜
❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜
❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ i was wrong about you. ❜
❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜
❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜
❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
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NAME : Alessio AGE : 19 GENDER : Male SEXUALITY : Bisexual ENERGY : Martial Arts HEIGHT : 183 см REGION : Sunset IDENTITY : Protector of the Outer City QUOTE : "I once forgot about the person behind the mask...Now I remember."
WORLD CONNECTIONS :
MILADY : Alessio lives in the liberal Outer City, and was only vaguely wary of the ruler in the Inner City. However, since Biron lost an arm in a run-in with Milady, she became one of Alessio's enemies. BIRON : They met over trying to save a cat, and became blood brothers. They always talk as if they don't like each other, but Alessio works very hard on Biron's mechanical arm, and Biron often accompanies Alessio on his voyages. MAYENE : An ally in the journey to find ol' Captain Red Hawk. It'd be nice if she could work a bit harder though. ALLAIN : Allain's new job is to keep an eye on the Red Hawk. What will happen between him, Mayene, and Alessio? The story continues. DOILA : "She snuck onto my ship and hid in a crate until she was discovered. Turns out that our stowaway is of the merfolk mentioned in the logs. Incredible!" MARCO POLO : Alessio encountered Marco Polo, an anomalic lordling, while investigating the Red Hawk, and learned more about the ship as well as the old Captain. HEINO : Alessio initially thought that since Heino's a member of an Arkana clan, power and profits would be the only thing on his mind. Much to his surprise, Heino's as passionate as Alessio when it comes to protecting Navenia, and even might have a hint of that Red Hawk spirit. LUNA : Alessio once saved a cat and befriended it. Later on, he found out that the cat, Bailey, belonged to the Moon Clan. Bailey often goes to Alessio for free food, and Alessio escorts Bailey home each time, and happened to meet its owner.
BIOGRAPHY :
Alessio, who lived in the Outer City of Navenia, was but an average individual, till in a life-changing moment, he took on the commission from the legendary Captain Red Hawk and started on a new path as a hero in disguise. The real legendary "Captain Red Hawk" had single-handedly protected the Outer City from pirates. Although Alessio had an ingenuity that provided him with a few tricks up his sleeve, he knew he was a far cry from Captain's fearsome reputation. To put on a perfect hero act, Alessio honed his skills tirelessly, doing his best to imitate the old Captain in every way possible, but he still fell short. That is, until one day, when his mask was shattered and his cover was blown. Only when the folks in the Outer City still accepted him despite not being the real thing, did he realize that a hero is recognized not by their name, but by their deeds. Today, folks in the Outer City continue to call him Captain Red Hawk. Though he had now officially inherited the name, he was no longer interested in trying to copy the original Captain. Instead, he began to accept himself and started exploring ways to become a unique Red Hawk. With his mask strapped to his waist, he continued to patrol the Outer City every day with his cannon on his shoulder, researching newfangled shells and unique combat methods in order to protect the peace. Anyone in a tight spot could be sure to rely on his kindness and determination, even if it meant confronting the powerful and ruthless Governess. And thus, in the sailors' shanty, a legendary new Captain Red Hawk was born... But deep down, Alessio continued to look forward to the day when he would see the old Captain again to tell him that he had not dishonored the Red Hawk name.
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IMPOSTER :
Alessio once chanced upon a counterfeit at a flea market.
It was a shell bearing the name Captain Red Hawk. It bore a high price tag, he bought it anyway, and it became his prized possession. Little did he know that he had gotten his hands on a ticking bomb—one that literally blew up half his room while he was asleep.
Half a room wasn't such a big deal, and even if it had blown up the entire room, there wasn't much that needed saving. But the shrapnel from the explosion was clearly engraved with "Property of the Arkana Navy," tying it to the powerful consul and her arsenal. This meant that it had nothing to do with Captain Red Hawk from the Outer City.
After that, he gathered his few remaining possessions and went to stay with his brother-in-arms, Biron. At that time, Biron hadn't yet lost an arm or earned the nickname "Steele."
This also gave Biron, always the butt of Alessio's jokes, the opportunity to poke fun at him instead.
"Well, well, since you've only got fragments of that ridiculously expensive cannon left, isn't it high time you let me have a look at your precious treasure?"
The words of gloating reached Alessio's ears as soon as he stepped foot inside. He hurled his possessions in an attempt to shut Biron up, then made a beeline for the bed, immediately making himself at home.
"Alright, so I got my hands on a lousy counterfeit."
"Just admit it—there's no difference between an impostor and a lousy counterfeit. They're both fakes."
"Of course there's a difference!"
Alessio took the shrapnel from around his neck and showed him that the words "Arkana Navy" had been sanded down, as if they had never existed.
"A great impostor always means business. If you're going to fake something, you might as well go all the way."
"Who cares what the truth is as long as it's buried deep enough?"
Alessio never thought he'd see the day when he'd become an impostor.
Dressed in a red coat and Captain Red Hawk's mask with a cannon tucked under his arm, he bore a striking resemblance to the man who had single-handedly repelled a fleet of pirates. Little did anyone know that under that familiar outfit was a complete nobody.
Threatening gangs, defeating pirates, and driving away ruffians... Getting started wasn't hard at all. Just the sight of Captain Red Hawk coming their way was enough to scare off troublemakers. Before, he'd jump right into the fray to defend the weak, but more often than not, he'd be the one getting beat up. Performing heroic deeds was much easier with this new hero getup. Every time he set out in his Captain Red Hawk mask, his disguise was foolproof, no matter who set eyes on him.
Only he knew just how much he lacked.
To truly impersonate a known hero like Captain Red Hawk, he needed the strength and skill associated with the name. This was Alessio's second task in becoming a great impostor.
He'd encountered the most ferocious predators in the waters, witnessed gladiators in the arena, seen every Sunset sunrise while honing his artillery skills, and even had his explosives blow up in his face. Through intense physical training, imitating all known mannerisms, lowering his voice, sharpening his artillery skills, and implementing any and every possible rumor... His muscles grew and he gained a few more scars. His good-humored smile disappeared beneath the mask, replaced instead by a tense and unsmiling mouth.
He grew accustomed to playing the part of Captain Red Hawk, so much so that Alessio became a distant memory.
"Where's the Red Hawk, Captain?"
"The crew took her out on an expedition. When they return, they'll come bearing a treasure that'll amaze the Outer City."
—He hoped that they would return with good news for the Outer City. And when that happened, he'd be able to return to his life before he took the Captain's name.
"Captain, fancy a drink?"
"Thanks, but I've got something to attend to. I'll be off."
—Alessio had never gotten drunk before, and the Captain's drinking capacity wasn't something he could fake... More importantly, it wasn't worth risking his disguise. He had to remain watchful.
"I recruited a lad with good mechanical skills and sent him on an expedition with the Red Hawk."
—No one had asked why the real Alessio seemed to have disappeared yet, but Biron and his mercenary buddies were bound to return at any time, so it didn't hurt to set some groundwork.
"Don't worry, Red Hawk is here!"
—Even if it was uttered by an impostor, it would still bring some measure of peace to the Outer City.
In the early morning on the pier, a determined figure leaped down into the crowd. Through the sudden haze, the ruffians had only time to make out a flash of red before being blinded by cannon fire. As soon as they came to and opened their eyes, they'd become sitting ducks in the water.
Though the haze still lingered on the now calm bay, Captain Red Hawk was long gone.
A great impostor, having been in disguise all day, will remain in disguise.
Before the old Captain returns, he'll keep playing his part to protect the Outer City. After all, did it really matter who was behind the mask?
This was something he had come to realize as an impostor.
THE REAL DEAL :
Alessio never expected that his cover would be blown, not by the pirates attacking the Outer City, or by his frequent shooting practice, but by his brother-in-arms.
After returning from his six-month stint, the mercenary must have read the farewell letter Alessio had left for him. He seemed to have bought the story, because he had gone around the Miracle Tavern bragging about having a "promising brother-in-arms who hung out with Captain Red Hawk."
After Alessio found an abandoned house by the seaside to live in, he never once returned to his old house or showed his face around his old neighborhood.
In order to perfectly imitate the old Captain's mannerisms, he even went to painstaking lengths to lower his voice. On time after a fight, even Biron joined the crowd in shouting "long live Captain Red Hawk!"
No matter which way you looked at it, his disguise was foolproof.
That was, until his brother-in-arms confronted the Governess Milady about the contamination.
When Alessio heard that Milady had hacked off the mercenary's arm, and that Biron, who hated mechcraft, had been fitted with a mechanical arm, Alessio saw red. In his rage, he forgot that he was still wearing Captain Red Hawk's mask. Without a word, he grabbed his cannon and prepared to bombard the tower of the inner city.
But when he opened the door, something blocked his path. It was a giant mechanical arm, unfamiliar to both him and its owner.
"Hey, steady there. Captain Red Hawk doesn't have a mercenary brother-in-arms, remember?"
From then on, Biron coined the name "Steele." With it and his new mechanical arm, he set off in search of the source of the contamination. Of course, there was no conceivable reason for the real Captain Red Hawk to send him off. Nonetheless, Alessio stayed up several nights studying the arm's technology, and finally, when the mercenary group arrived back at the pier, he pretended to approach them casually, dark circles around his eyes.
"Hey, I just found a copy of Maintenance Manual for Mechanical Arms. Is it yours?"
When Biron returned from the Sunset plain, Alessio had already lost his mask and had his cover blown in a confrontation with the Bullhead Shark pirates. He'd lost the Red Hawk Cannon left by the old captain, but he'd also found himself again. While playing the role of protector of the people, he in turn received their support as the new Captain Red Hawk.
The broken mask had been glued back together, and the small cannon, developed by the new Captain Red Hawk himself, leaned against the bed. With his leg in a cast and his hand tapping on the mechanical arm, Alessio couldn't resist asking:
"How on earth did you recognize me? What gave me away?"
The mercenary replied: "Look, there's cat hair on your coat. Who else could it be but you? No one ever mentioned the old Captain Red Hawk fancying cats."
He went on to excitedly recount his first meeting with Alessio: A young Alessio, wearing a crude mask, was curled up on the ground surrounded by a group of thugs, tightly holding a kitten in his arms. The kitten, struggling fearfully in his arms, had rubbed white hair all over him.
"If I hadn't jumped in to rescue you, you and Bailey would've been in for a whole new world of bullying!" Biron exclaimed proudly.
"Oh wow, I sure am extremely grateful for that..."
Alessio couldn't help but smile as he lamented the cat hair detail he had overlooked, and at the same time, another version of the story played in his mind:
At that time, he had curled up not out of defeat, but because he was buying time to think of the best way to protect Bailey and get away from the thugs. Just when he'd finally gotten his plan and managed to leave the crowd, he ran headlong into a big fellow who'd appeared out of nowhere. With no choice but to fight, he took several more punches from the big fellow.
Many years passed, and he'd been too lazy to tell him what actually happened. Plus, he didn't have the heart to ruin his brother-in-arms' memory of having saved the cat.
From outside the window, Biron heard the footsteps of Alessio's visitors. Looking at his half-finished sketch of a new cannon, he came to a conclusion.
The cat hair was but one giveaway. It was the stories circulating through the tavern that had led to his investigation. During the six months he was away, he'd heard that the pirate Blackbeard had been itching to duel Alessio and finally had his challenge accepted. Blackbeard set foot on shore only to have his ship blown to pieces. By springing a trap in the bay, Alessio had used its unique terrain to trap an entire fleet of pirates. Plus, he'd recently heard booms in the early morning, and it turned out to be Alessio practicing on the beach. It was definitely the sound of a cannon firing. Stephan had lost his cat the day before yesterday, and it was “Captain Red Hawk” who'd found it and given the thief a hard lesson...
Others couldn't understand, but Biron knew that Alessio only took the lowest paid commissions from the group. Not because he was lazy, but because the more mundane injustices were often ignored. He'd lost count of the times Alessio dived headlong into danger, thus gaining familiarity with all manner of escape routes and ambush spots. Eventually, he learned to come up with new ones on the go.
It wasn't until he saw Alessio intent on confronting Milady that his suspicions were finally confirmed.
"I'm not fixing you up again the next time you act recklessly, you tin can." Alessio tapped Biron's mechanical arm.
"What? Has the new Captain Red Hawk found a long-term funder for his shells?"
"Oh, please. The money you make is barely enough to cover your arm repairs."
"Come on, take me to the tied-up pirates. They seem to have fought the old captain, and their weapons look advanced. I'm sure they also have a base somewhere... And I need to pry something out of them before I empty their den."
The mask, the coat, the cannon, the name, the voice, and the dwelling; they all added to the finished act.
Though Biron had no absolute proof at the time, the courage to stand up for the smallest of troubles, the conviction to march into danger, and the ability to somehow win battles that seemed utterly lost—
Who could it be other than his brother-in-arms, Alessio?
This must certainly be the real deal. No doubt about it.
VOYAGE LOG SNIPPETS :
In the Red Hawk's captain's cabin, many maps and voyage logs could be found on the bookshelf. Even though much time had passed, records of the past were still kept in a neat and orderly manner. Among them was a row of logs organized in chronological order. Though some of the records were hardly legible, one could still learn much of the past through them.
Voyage Log #3
3 August
Finally, the Bullhead Sharks have been driven out... They're definitely the worst pirates I've ever come across.
But there are still too many troublesome factions in the Outer City...
6 October
I met an interesting kid today. He was just a little taller than my knees, yet he fought off some miscreants picking on younger kids he didn't even know.
Though bruised and battered, he refused to stay down and kicked them as he struggled.
He was wearing a mask that looked like mine, and even after I saved him, he refused to admit that he was pretending to be the Red Hawk... Looks like he wasn't an easy one to budge.
Voyage Log #6
4 August
I didn't expect to save a nobleman from the pirates. It was the world renowned Niccolo... If I hadn't heard Estella mention him before, I would have thrown him right off the ship.
5 August
Contamination, the Forgotten Scrolls, and the great shadow lurking beneath Sunset...
"If the source of the contamination is not found and resolved, then sooner or later, everyone in Navenia will suffer..." Looks like he was after something different from the power-hungry Arkanas.
If such a danger exists, then the Outer City, being right next to the ocean, will bear the brunt of it. I must do something...
8 August
Before parting, I accepted Niccolo's gift of gratitude, an oceangoing ship: the Red Hawk. It is fitted with Navenia's secret device and powered by fluorescent stones. In return, I promised to deliver a letter to his son.
All because I was in need of a sturdier ship.
2 December
As of today, 21 pirate strongholds have been eliminated. Therefore, I believe the people in the Outer City will not be troubled for the next six months.
I woke up this morning and found a transformation plan on the bow of the Red Hawk. I couldn't help but wonder who left it. Meanwhile, the mechsmith was overjoyed upon seeing it and jumped right to working on it.
Voyage Log #7
29 April
It's been four months since we set sail. Apart from eliminating a bunch of pirates and discovering a treasure, we've come up empty-handed.
20 May
We were heading back the way we had come when a strange colored mist obstructed our view, throwing us off course. I thought I saw something huge and glowing in the middle of the mist. It looked like coral...
Then a storm came upon us without warning. That was a strange one... Fortunately, by the power of the Red Hawk, we narrowly escaped the whirlpool...
When I opened my eyes again, the mist and the glowing coral were gone. The sun was shining brightly on the deck, and the ocean was calm as ever, as if it had been just a dream.
21 May
Things haven't been right... Recently, some of the crew have been hallucinating, and the mechsmith nearly smashed his head with a hammer... There's even a faint fluorescent blue coming from the veins under my skin... I must prevent this from happening to all of Navenia!
Whether or not this is the source of the contamination, it must have something to do with the danger Niccolo spoke of.
We must be prepared before coming back.
10 September
Even after speeding up the return trip, we're still far behind schedule. In the meantime, the troublemakers were looking to cause trouble again, but fortunately the crew's symptoms were gone.
The nobles of the inner city never lifted a finger in all of this.
But it seems a masked young man trapped a group of pirates and even blew up one of their ships. Well done!
Voyage Log #8
25 December
From what I gather, we must have encountered the Misty Seas... None of the ships that went in ever returned. All that was found were glass bottles containing this name and the words "Storm," "Danger," "Hallucination," "Rampage," and "Turn Away." Seems that it wasn't just us who experienced these symptoms.
Looking at the unfading fluorescent blue in my veins... I seem to recall seeing a seabird with feathers of this color at the pier this morning.
Finally, the Red Hawk has been fully transformed. Now the crew and I have nothing to fear. We have to investigate this contamination, even if it means never returning.
But I still can't stop worrying about the Outer City.
If I don't make it back, can the Outer City defend itself without the Red Hawk?
3 January
I didn't expect the peace to be broken so quickly.
News of the Red Hawk's departure somehow reached the pirates' ears. On the eve of the Sea Opening Festival, while the crew was gathering florescent stones on the island, the Bullhead Sharks sprang an ambush.
I didn't expect anyone to turn back and save me. After all, the Captain Red Hawk everyone knew could take on a whole fleet of ships by himself.
The young man who should have retreated with everyone else will never know the importance of the bullet he had stopped. The enemy had come prepared, and I was at a disadvantage. If he hadn't appeared in front of me out of nowhere, I might have gotten killed without a chance to fire that decisive shot.
In all my years as a hero, it was the first time I was protected by someone. Perhaps I'm getting old.
When he turned around, I realized that he was the boy I had once saved.
He was almost as tall as me now, and still he still stood firm against the pirates, even though he was at a disadvantage. Looks like the tough talker never changed.
I guess if it were him, he could protect the Outer City well enough.
5 January
I met up with the crew and set off in secret.
After so many years, I was unaccustomed to going without my mask and leaving my weapons behind. The kid gave me a bunch of weapons he had developed for me. There were cannons, mortars, smoke grenades, flashbangs, a hammer, and even a lucky conch he had bought off the street.
Anyhow, I guess I should go destroy a pirate den and replenish our supplies. After all, the kid's weapons aren't half bad. The only thing they lacked was ammo capacity.
Most of the logs had been brought back to the tower by the Arkana Navy, so Alessio could only see the last remaining log. It had fallen, and most of the pages were soaked in the fluorescent blue seawater. Only the last few pages were barely legible.
Voyage Log #10
XXXX
The weather's even worse than the previous.......... the storm lasted three days and nights, and the hurricane.......... tornado.......... the mast nearly snapped and was temporarily restored to some semblance of functionality after emergency repairs. ..........
XXXX
.......... the rudder was completely out of order.......... ran aground.......... tornado.......... an island to land on.......... coral.......... fluorescent stones.......... I thought it would be best to abandon the ship..........
XXXX
.......... if I don't make it back.......... the Outer City.......... Little Red Hawk..........
I guess the next time I see that kid, I should probably ask him for his name.
Hopefully we'll meet again.
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