#a forest swashbuckler ~ nettles

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hewwo Nettles :D been a lil bit, how've you been? woods been okay? do you want some cake?

Nettles opened an eye, looking lazily down from a tree. She’d gotten herself comfortable on a large branch, leaning on the trunk. The sight of a visitor brought a smirk to her face. “Heyyy... and here I was thinkin you guys forgot about me,” she chuckled. One flick of her wrist had vines sliding her down to the forest floor. “Forest has been fine. Nothing out of the ordinary that hasn’t already been here.” She shrugged. “Now... What’s this about cake, hm? Where do I grab a slice?” She raised a brow.

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Nettles’ Character Sheet

it’s been 500 years since i did one of these, but! undercut it goes~

Character Chart Character’s full name: Nettles Nimue Willoweep Reason or meaning of name: Nettles comes from the plant! Since nettles sting, I was originally planning on having her be a lot more prickly. She still is kinda pokey now, tbh. “Willoweep” is just “weeping willow” but smashed together. It’s for the Aesthetic™. Nimue refers to the “lady of the lake” in the legend of king arthur, and because I thought it sounded cool. important to note is that she made up her current name herself, for story reasons Character’s nickname: none (aiden calls her various pet names later), though some people might attempt to call her captain willow. it doesn’t end well.  Reason for nickname: she just doesn’t care for nicknames much, (Aiden’s the exception because they’re overly sappy/joke around a lot with each other later) and she used to be a pirate captain- but isn’t anymore  Birth date: March 28th Sexuality: queer  Gender/pronouns: genderfluid, she/her (occasionally they/them)

Physical appearance Age: 37 How old do they appear: probably around that. Maybe a smidge older. Weight: still have no clue how weight works! She’s got plenty of muscle mass tho :V Height: 5’11” Body build: thinner frame but with plenty of muscle. She’s strong as frick, and more like a steel rod than a stick. plenty buff :3 Shape of face: i still don’t know how to answer this question lsdkjfs, but she’s got a longer face w/ a sharpish chin  Eye color: pale green! Glasses or contacts: neither Skin tone: light brown (african american?) + seafarer’s tan on top of it  Distinguishing marks: she’s got so many scars. So many. The most notable ones being “ligature” marks on her right wrist, and a burn on her neck/left shoulder. Predominant features: her hair is p eyecatching for sure Hair color: emerald/leafy green Type of hair: curly coils  Hairstyle: currently has it in dreadlocks (they look a lil vinelike!), parted to the right  Voice: Jess Glynne - Thursday (but can also sound piratey) Overall attractiveness: strong ex-pirate plant lady,,, pretty in a rugged kind of way,,, ough,,,  Physical disabilities: none Usual fashion of dress: pirate, but make it shades of brown/green and a bit less flashy Favorite outfit: dark brown “vest” (actually a dress top she tore the skirt off of) with green accent around front laces, cream off-the-shoulder shirt w/ green accent trim and flowy sleeves, dark brown pants, tan boots w/ straps and gold buckles, large belt w/ gold buckle  Jewelry or accessories: black hoop earrings, an emerald leaf shaped cloak clasp, and a staff made of woven grass (which can turn into a sword)

Personality Good personality traits: generally levelheaded, unafraid to tell people things when needed, determined, patient, ‘do no harm but take no shiz’ mentality, not usually quick to judge, generally easygoing, v dedicated to those she considers family, thinks well under pressure, gives good advice (most of the time), can be p charismatic Bad personality traits: tends not to have much foresight, can come across as aloof, really bad about opening up, keeps too much to herself despite tryna get better abt it, can sometimes overlook traits in favor of just being allies/friends, a lil too willing to get into a fight sometimes, can be too headstrong, lies easily to get out of things Mood character is most often in: contemplative Sense of humor: very dark, likes to playfully tease those she cares about, loves really long jokes, can get a bit crass on occasion Character’s greatest joy in life: currently her forest (teaching journal comes close second some days) Character’s greatest fear: her past coming back to bite her Why? She’s not so much scared of people finding out who she used to be, more uneasy about people using it against her. She doesn’t want people to walk out of her life, but like, if they do, she wouldn’t blame em. She just doesn’t wanna get thrown under the bus for what she did back during pirate days, and accused of being something she isn’t (at least, not anymore.) What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Losing journal, tbh. She already lost everything- including family- once. She’s not willing to walk down that road again. Character is most at ease when: out among her plants, or chillin in a tavern Most ill at ease when: near the ocean in any capacity Enraged when: people threaten her loved ones/home/etc, people hurt others due to prejudice, people cause destruction in her forest Depressed or sad when: thinking of her old crew, ruminating in her memories for too long, near the ocean, an old tree dies Priorities: keeping the forest safe, producing enough lucrative plants/herbs so she has on hand pocket money, making sure journal’s alright/settling in/has the help he needs if she’s not around to give it Life philosophy: everyone gets their comeuppance eventually, but that doesn’t mean you sit back and wait. Go knock some sense into em if they need it. Take care of people worse off than you, too. A bit of help gets people a long way. If granted one wish, it would be: to have turned back in that storm instead of charging on. Why? Half her crew wouldn’t be dead. She could’ve actually retired instead of stepping down due to catastrophic failure. Her familiar would be alive. Y’know, normal reasons. Character’s soft spot: plants, gold, shiny things, kids Is this soft spot obvious to others? Plants, definitely. The other things you’ll notice if you’re around her long enough Greatest strength: making a decision and seeing it through Greatest vulnerability or weakness: absolutely hates/has a really hard time opening up to other people  Biggest regret: rushing headlong into a storm she had no hope of conquering Minor regret: not travelling inland more when she was a pirate (not a huge deal to her, but it woulda been nice) Biggest accomplishment: either successfully maintaining a ship/captain’s title for ten years, or nurturing her forest from a wildfire charred landscape into a thriving woodsy landscape. Minor accomplishment: finding out how to return gold (if she stole it on accident) without being too weird about it Past failures they would be embarrassed to have people know about: she likely has a ton from her early pirating days. Learning to be a pirate wasn’t super easy all the time Why? She likes to think she’s a competent pirate now, don’t bring that stuff up, thank u v much Character’s darkest secret: dark magic has tempted her many, many times. It still does sometimes. And she almost gave in on a few of those occasions. Does anyone else know? No. they won’t, if she has anything to say about it.

Goals Drives and motivations: moving on aka shoving her past in a closet, being able to keep her forest/new loved ones safe, gold Immediate goals: keep up with her trade partners and her “cash gardens,” check the forest for abnormalities, make sure journ doesn’t need anything that day (and help if he do) Long term goals: keep the forest healthy, keep journal on the right track, continue expanding her budding network of plant trading, hopefully make some more actual progress with her issues How the character plans to accomplish these goals: keep up the “forest guardian” role, send letters to journ/visit him, meet more people, and learn to properly open up. And. y’know. Maybe steal some gold here n there as needed. How other characters will be affected: positively for her loved ones/partners! And maybe possibly probably negatively for those she doesn’t like. Perhaps.

Past Hometown: didn’t have a “town.” lived on ships/ports for her whole life till pirating Type of childhood: unstable, tbh. She was the kid of some merchant questors. Thus, she was always travelling around. Not much time to make/maintain friendships, bond with her parents, or do much besides help out. Any goofing off probably got her yelled at. Her headstrong nature meant she didn’t take kindly to that, so she ran away at 15. Pets: none First memory: the sound of waves. It’s something she’ll never forget, no matter what. Most important childhood memory: seeing pirates in the distance during a trade route! Scary, but she was also in awe of em Why: those pirates inspired her runaway swashbuckling plans when she was a teen! They also showed her an alternative to the dull merchant’s way of fulfilling questor urges. Childhood hero: probably some super well known pirate from a legend a book she smuggled onboard Dream job: anything that wasn’t being a merchant (turned into pirate tho) Education: really good at math, reading, keeping records, and reading the ocean. All thanks to her parents/seabound life! She taught herself plant magic rlly early on, and also learned a lot more things pirating (swordfighting, how to manage a crew, which quests are the most profitable, etc) Religion: Finances: parents took care of childhood finances. She was treasure/stolen loot funded until pirating crashed and burned in her late teen/early adult years~

Present Current location: forest outside Journal’s town. It spans many miles. Currently living with: herself :V Pets: none Religion: Occupation: forest guardian, plant merchant, magic mentor Finances: merchant life pays well enough when she needs it. And, like, she still goes and loots places from time to time. Just keep it quiet, m’kay?

Family Mother: Danielle Chamelea Teritip Relationship with her: though she was v busy, her mother always did her best to keep her daugher on track. She’s the one who pushed nettles really hard to learn, and to focus on becoming a better merchant than entertaining other fantasies. Their relationship wasn’t terrible, but nettles never felt her mom’s approval of her personal goals- just the future her mom wanted. Father: Albus Troise Teritip Relationship with him: he was also very busy, but always took the time to teach her little tricks and tips of the trade. He was also sorta pushy about her becoming a merchant. He never even seemed to notice her pulling away to other fantasies. Why would she? After all, your kid’s gotta carry on the family business. What else would she be doing? Siblings: Relationship with them: Spouse: Relationship with them: Children: Relationship with them: Other important family members: if found family counts, which it does, that’ll be journal! Later in the plot, it expands to fit aiden/roo/seraph/ruffy. In her past, her crew would all have been here

Favorites Color: green. Any shade. Surprising, i know Least favorite color: beige. Boring color, no thank u >:V Music: sea shanties!!! Also likes metal, some pop, and has a fondness for violin/flute music Food: a p p l e s. Also fond of any produce she can eat raw. And crabs. Lov the cronch. Literature: prefers oral stories to reading. But like, history is super interesting to her. Form of entertainment: oral storytelling, showing off (or watching someone show off) magic, stupid tavern karaoke Expressions: loves that devilish smirk of “oh no, they’re up to something bad, hold onto your valuables.” also enjoyable is that eyebrow raise of “did you really just do that? Really? That?” with a deadpan face. Peak expressions. Mode of transportation: swinging/parkouring around through the trees via plant magic and vines, like tarzan, except the vines yeet him instead of swinging sometimes Most prized possession: her staff. She’s had it for years, through good and bad, and it’s not going anywhere. May or may not also have a feather in her cloak clasp for… reasons.

Habits Hobbies: gardening, swordfighting, people and/or birdwatching, storytelling, being extra as all frick every so often so people don’t forget u can and will take them the frick out, applepicking Plays a musical instrument? nope! Plays a sport? Does swordfighting count? How they would spend a rainy day: either inside a town building, tavern, or little canopy of leaves in the forest. Depending on the setting, she’ll just have casual conversations or peoplewatch. Or, if she’s in the forest, she’ll entertain herself with vivid storytelling. Sometimes she’ll jus watch whatever crawled into her dry canopy with her. Or bug journal with excessive letters. Anything chill slkdfjs Spending habits: if she can grow/make/wash it herself, she’s not buying. Spends more gold on trips to town restaurants/taverns than anything else, but it’s chill. ‘S not like she has rent to pay :V Smokes: nope Drinks: rum, of course. What kinda pirate do u take her for??? Also wouldn’t mind whiskey. Drinks a lot less now than she used to. Other drugs: nope What do they do too much of? Being a local cryptid What do they do too little of? Opening up to other human beings instead of plants Extremely skilled at: reading a room, cutting to the chase, sword-and-regular-fighting, plant magic, teaching, stealing/pickpocketing, thinking on her feet Extremely unskilled at: planning ahead, knowing when she should really let things be instead of starting smth, letting her loved ones fight their own fights (she’ll try and step in at least once) Nervous tics: going silent, putting a hand over her mouth, staring really hard at nothing, holding her staff close, squeezing anything in hand (usually her staff end) Usual body posture: holds herself loosely but confidently. Has the air of someone who knows what’s going on, and is at ease wherever. Mannerisms: usually blunt, teases those she cares about (unless told not to), makes hand motions when explaining things, speaks in a more “normal” voice most of the time but can occasionally slip into a piratey accent when angry/upset, tends to unconsciously mimic the accents of those around her if she’s in a new setting, likes to sit back and watch until she judges herself to be “familiar” enough with what’s up Peculiarities: the smell of a lotta salt can sometimes upset her, she’s an extrovert but spends most of her time in the woods/outskirts of towns, she’s still very superstitious from her pirate days

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Tends to err on the side of pessimism nowadays Introvert or extrovert? Big extrovert! She’ll spend time just hanging around places people are if she feels too drained, and really loves spending time with those she cares about Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil with an air of caution about her Logical or emotional? Likes to think she’s more logic based, and acts it, but she’s very emotional driven when it comes down to it Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Very neat, actually! You wouldn’t know it unless u got her to live inside tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Prefers working or relaxing? Mix of both. Enough work so she’s not bored, but enough relaxing so she’s not stressed :V Confident or unsure of themself? Confident for the vast majority of the time. Animal lover? She’s definitely fond of em!!! :D

Self-perception How they feel about themself: eh, she’s alright. It fluctuates some days, but tends to rest firmly in the “I’m fine, and if I’m not, I’ll fix it for tomorrow” realm. If it does fluctuate, she either feels like a traitor/liar, or a cunning bada$$ One word the character would use to describe self: survivor One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “I’m Nettles, Nettles Willoweep. I’m a thirty seven year old sorceress who likes plants more than people. Well, that’s a lie. But it is easier to deal with foliage sometimes. I used to be a pirate a long time ago. Not so much nowadays, but that’s not to say I won’t bend a few rules in a pinch. I do what I need. After all, who’s gonna miss a few coins here and there? Certainly not the other families I slip em to. But uh, hey, don’t go spreading that around. I’ve got a reputation to upkeep.” “I guess I’m a bit of a benevolent local cryptid? Whatever that means. Journal tells me it’s a good thing, and I’ll believe him for now. I’m certainly doing what I can to take care of people who need it, and I’d give my right arm to help those I’m close to. Yeah, my blood runs a little hot sometimes, but that hasn’t changed my whole life. I just wanna see my plants and people prosper, and maybe get some gold on the side.” “... ah, right, hobbies. Gardening, forest guarding, fighting with swords, birdwatching… lots of stuff. As long as I’m not spending all my time slogging through old wounds, i’ll call it a good day.” What does the character consider their best personality trait? Her dedication What does the character consider their worst personality trait? How easily she brushes off concern What does the character consider their best physical characteristic? Not sure! She likes her body, and has no complaints abt it. Maybe her hair or how limber she still is :V What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ How does the character think others perceive them: she thinks the general public perceives her as shady but mostly benevolent. She thinks her loved ones perceive her as blunt, but caring. Both of these are fair analyses, by her thought. What would the character most like to change about themself: make it so she could forgive herself easier, and admit to others that she needs a hand

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: people are easily tricked and dumb. Individuals can be p nice tho. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others? She’s one of those people where, in certain situations, you’re never gonna be sure if she’s being sarcastic/truthful or not. She does it more regularly than she would like, but less so with close friends Person character most hates: i could put some old rival of hers here. Unfortunately, ‘herself’ works better :( Best friend(s): she’s very good friends with several bartenders, but especially the one in journ’s town. She’s hit it off quite nicely with a nomad who passes through every couple weeks or so, too. Journal is also a “best friend,” but like, in a mentee/kid kind of way Love interest(s): aiden, later ;3 Person character goes to for advice: bartender bffs Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: journal journal journal journal jo- Person character feels shy or awkward around: nobody :V Person character openly admires: *insert several pirates/legendary sorcerers/questors/casual hard workers in towns here* Person character secretly admires: eh. Probably aiden for a bit. Wink wonk lskjdfs Most important person in character’s life before story starts: technically journ counts here? But if not, just herself. After story starts: journal for sure

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Fear Meme

Tagged by: i stole it from werewolfoftheunderground :V Tagging: steal it if u wish!

bold any fears which apply to your muse.

italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

~Aiden~ The dark  // fire  // open water // �� deep water  // being alone //  crowded spaces // confined spaces //   change  //   failure //   war //  loss of control //   powerlessness //   prison //   blood  //  drowning //   suffocation //   public speaking //   natural animals   //   the supernatural   //   heights   //   death //   dying //   intimacy // rejection  // abandonment // loss //   the unknown  //   the future // not being good enough //   scary stories   //   speaking to new people  //   poverty   //   loud noises  //   being touched //  forgetting // being forgotten

~Roo~ The dark  // fire  // open water //   deep water  // being alone //  crowded spaces // confined spaces //   change  //   failure //   war //  loss of control //   powerlessness //   prison //   blood  //  drowning //   suffocation //   public speaking //   natural animals   //   the supernatural   //   heights   //   death //   dying //   intimacy // rejection  // abandonment // loss //   the unknown  //   the future // not being good enough //   scary stories   //   speaking to new people  //   poverty   //   loud noises  //   being touched //  forgetting // being forgotten

~Journal~ The dark  // fire  // open water //   deep water  // being alone //  crowded spaces // confined spaces //   change  //   failure //   war //  loss of control //   powerlessness //   prison //   blood  //  drowning //   suffocation //   public speaking //   natural animals   //   the supernatural   //   heights   //   death //   dying //   intimacy // rejection  // abandonment // loss //   the unknown  //   the future // not being good enough //   scary stories   //   speaking to new people  //   poverty   //   loud noises  //   being touched //  forgetting // being forgotten

~Evangel~ The dark  // fire  // open water //   deep water  // being alone //  crowded spaces // confined spaces //   change  //   failure //   war //  loss of control //   powerlessness //   prison //   blood  //  drowning //   suffocation //   public speaking //   natural animals   //   the supernatural   //   heights   //   death //   dying //   intimacy // rejection  // abandonment // loss //   the unknown  //   the future // not being good enough //   scary stories   //   speaking to new people  //   poverty   //   loud noises  //   being touched //  forgetting // being forgotten

~Seraph~ The dark  // fire  // open water //   deep water  // being alone //  crowded spaces // confined spaces //   change  //   failure //   war //  loss of control //   powerlessness //   prison //   blood  //  drowning //   suffocation //   public speaking //   natural animals   //   the supernatural   //   heights   //   death //   dying //   intimacy // rejection  // abandonment // loss //   the unknown  //   the future // not being good enough //   scary stories   //   speaking to new people  //   poverty   //   loud noises  //   being touched //  forgetting // being forgotten

~Nettles~ The dark  // fire  // open water //   deep water  // being alone //  crowded spaces // confined spaces //   change  //   failure //   war //  loss of control //   powerlessness //   prison //   blood  //  drowning //   suffocation //   public speaking //   natural animals   //   the supernatural   //   heights   //   death //   dying //   intimacy // rejection  // abandonment // loss //   the unknown  //   the future // not being good enough //   scary stories   //   speaking to new people  //   poverty   //   loud noises  //   being touched //  forgetting // being forgotten 

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*Chaos narrowed his eye's in annoyance* Chaos: Well he surely wishes he had your attitude about it, you want to know what i want nettles? i want dim to suffer i want to break his bones to splinters! I WANT TO DESTROY HIS MIND UNTIL HE EITHER GIVES ME CONTROL OF HIS BODY OR JOINS ME! then i'll destroy every world in creation~! you see nettles back when i was nothing but a source of power dim used me to try and destroy everything! i want him to finish the job or be out of MY way so I! can~!

Nettles didn’t like a word coming out of Chaos’ mouth. They were a world destroyer? And a part of dimentio??? It was confusing, but she’s heard weird legends before. As far as she knew, this world was safe. Even from a being like that. 

She had faith enough in the cruel mistresses oversaw this place that they’d keep it safe from outsiders. Even if she wanted to give them a piece of her mind once she finally kicked the bucket. 

“Well, that’s your deal,” she shot back, “but that doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here and screw with whatever you like. Go ahead and try your best. You obviously haven’t gotten far, or you’d be making real threats. I know Dim’s got something new to hold onto, no matter how angry and destructive you get. Whining about it won’t do shit. So either get out of my damn forest, or go back to whatever hole you came from.” 

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*Chaos's expression soured* Chaos: friend? hehehahaHAHAHA! *they held their sides as they laughed insanely* oh my! that's rich! you really consider that fool a friend? my how-*they paused as they realized something their smile slowly widening reveling sharpened teeth* oh~! he hasn't told you has he? Nettles you remember how dim said he WAS the best magician of his world? you ever wonder WHY he's not anymore? it wasn't because someone better came along that's for sure~!

Nettles narrowed her eyes a bit at Chaos. Putting a hand on her hip, she cocked her head to the side. It was an annoyed parody of curious confusion. 

“Oh, apologies for not giving a second thought to a past he doesn’t discuss,” she replied. “Because I definitely gave up my successful seafaring gig because ‘something better came along.’” Her tone was positively dripping with sarcasm. Yowch. She shook her head, looking disappointed. “I would’ve kicked him and his jingle bells out of my forest if I had a problem with him.Whatever he did, he’s trying to be better now. ‘S good enough for me.” 

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*the copy gave a smiled as dim was covered "pathetic" they thought* ?????: oh~! nettles why the hostility? you can't still be mad at me for speaking the truth can you? *they said as an all too familiar robe appeared in in their hand* tho at the time i was in that pathetic whelp's body! *the pointed at dim's direction* oh but where are my manners! allow me to introduce myself! I'M THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS, THE BRINGER OF DEATH! i am Chaos! the pleasure is yours~!

Nettles raised a brow at the stranger’s first taunt. Apparently they thought she had thin skin. And that the insults were the problem. The theatrics didn’t go unnoticed either. She drew herself up taller, tapping the end of her sword against the ground as she waited for them to stop speaking. The vaguely threatening look in her eye hadn’t left.

“... your little truth didn’t do anything to me,” she shot back, “but your little magic trick took out dimentio.” She tapped her sword against her boot almost lazily. “And i know who you are. Didn’t know the name, but I guessed as much. And, for the record? I take no pleasure in meeting people that hurt my friends.”

The tapping stopped.

“So, I’ll ask you again. What the hell do you want?”

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*the copy gave a smirk at dim and Nettles confusion before talking in a distorted voice* ?????: i said i'd make you pay dim~! *with that a magical projectile just like dim's formed in its hand and was promptly flung at dimentio hitting him in his chest and sending him flying into the ground dim let out a pained gasp before passing out and the copy turned to face nettle* now that he won't be a problem WE can talk!

Nettles tried to move and block the projectile with her sword, but the copy was quicker. She flinched at the painful thump and gasp from the jester. Things just went from bad to worse, she thought grimly. The sorceress didn’t want to risk turning her back or provoking the attacker to get to dim. Especially since they were so quick. Tossing a glare at the stranger, she waved a hand in Dimentio’s direction. A canopy of vines wove itself over him. Woody bark covered it- just some extra protection. Good. He’d be fine for now.

She had another problem to deal with.

Nettles kept a tight grip on her sword as she stared down the newcomer. Her eyes flashed dangerously in her otherwise stony expression. Something about them seemed familiar. And she did not care for it.

“The hell do you want?” She growled.

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*so Dimentio spent time just talking with nettles while they continued fixing things up telling jokes and unnoticed to both of them magical distortion appeared behind them as one of dim's copies formed except it's normally yellow eye was now a metallic grey once it fully formed dim suddenly turned around his expression shocked* Dimentio:...?!

Nettles was fine to keep working alongside dimentio, relieved when the conversation turned to other things. Oh, the pirate’s life had been for her. But she wasn’t interested in dwelling on it nowadays. It was time for forest repair and chatting with a friend. That was alright with her. 

Although, it looked as if the casual hangout was going sour. 

Nettles tensed a bit at Dimentio’s sudden turn, a hand on her staff as she followed suit. When she saw the copy, she frowned. A glance at dimentio said that it... probably shouldn’t be there. That wasn’t good. And she knew better than to doubt a friend’s distress. She subtly flicked her hand. A grassy sword hilt curled tightly around her wrist as she glanced the copy up and down. 

“... friend of yours, dimentio?” the sorceress asked warily. 

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*Dimentio raised a brow when nettles stopped her whistling and flat out paused at her last statement he knew the tone and the look she gave, guilt,pain and trauma he knew that look better then any he's worn it too many times to count* Dimentio: heh i guess the fun has to stop at some point! *dim wasn't going push the matter instead he pushed some branches into place* besides a forest protector sounds just as cool!

Nettles’s smile relaxed into something more genuine at dimentio’s response. Though she didn’t voice it, gratitude was clear on her face. “That it does,” she hummed, passing her hand over the branches. “And I’m one of the best I know. Even if I’m the only one I know.” She chuckled a bit at her own joke. Yeah, see? No pondering. No dwelling on anything. Just healing her forest with help from a friend.

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*Dimentio was as giddy as a kid in a candy store* Dimentio: Wow! that's amazing! *dim said as he headed to some more broken branches* hey i think theses could use some healing! *dim waited for her to come over before asking another question* sounds like a really exiting life! what made you give it up?

Nettles chuckled softly as she walked over. Honestly, it was sort of nice to talk about pirating again. Not too much. But still. Dimentio was certainly enjoying it, and she had plenty of good memories to cover up the... well. She’d rather not think about the others. She’d spent the last several years pondering them. 

She’d been whistling a sea shanty as she grabbed some downed branches. Just some mood music. Dimentio’s question made her pause a beat, but she tried to wave it off. No pondering. She’d only get as close to truth as she wanted. “It’s exciting, yeah, but it can get hard after awhile. ‘S not an easy occupation to keep- much less do well for fifteen years.” She inspected a branch closely. “There comes a time when you really just... have to stop. For good.” She lifted it back to its place on a nearby tree. “For the record, forest life suits me better. Not like much can go wrong besides visitors and occasional storms, anyways.”  She cast a smile at Dimentio, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

... It wasn’t a good look. 

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*Dimentio's face had a look of mild confusion before realization hit him like a sack of bricks* Dimentio: you were a pirate?! oh my that so cool! *truth is dim always had a secret love of pirate stories just something about them always caught his eye* What was it like?

Nettles couldn’t hide the gleam of amusement in her eyes at Dimentio’s enthusiasm. She was honestly a bit relieved he was excited. She’d definitely had worse reactions.

“Dangerous, death defying, and always busy. But definitely one a hell of a thrill,” she replied, giving the branch a gentle pat. “You’re never bored on a pirate ship, believe me.” A ghost of a smile twitched at her lips. “Not to mention all the treasure to be found or looted.” She shrugged, sliding back down to the ground. She brushed off some bits of bark before snagging her staff again. “Might lop off a limb or roll a few heads here and there, but hey, it was just a part of business,” she mused. “I didn’t ever do more damage than I had to.”

She cast a glance at her staff.

... usually.

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*Dimentio was always impressed with sword skills and Nettles sure had a lot of'em he thought to himself as he used his hands to hold the branch perfectly in place* Dimentio: That was amazing! Where'd you get all that swordsmanship from? and that blade i'd never seen anything like it! *with the widening smile on his face dim looked as if he was about to burst with excitement!*

Nettles took a couple steps to survey the branch, making sure nothing was nicked by her handiwork. Dimentio had held it quite nicely. Satisfied, she flicked her wrist, the blade of grass twisting back into a staff. She crossed over to dimentio to work on healing the branch back onto the tree. His question drew her gaze- but only for a moment. 

“Practice. Around two decades of it,” she said simply. “You learn to be quick with a blade in my old line of work.” She paused, passing a glowing green hand over the branch. “... and I made my sword myself. Bit of a rite of passage. Also from my old line of work.” She shrugged. “Sword comes in very handy out on the seas, if you catch my drift.” 

Was she being vague and specific at the same time? Perhaps. But the hints might be enough for one to make conclusions...

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*Dimentio gave a dorkish thumbs up, before walking over to nettles's side* Dimentio: wonderful! i don't know exactly how much help i'll be but what ever ya need me to do i'll try my best! *dim said before comically striking a dumb looking hero pose in an attempt to get a laugh out of nettles*

Nettles smirked a bit at the pose, rolling her eyes. Shenaniganry... put that on the list of things she missed. “The help’s appreciated either way,” she replied. “I bet you could help hold branches in place. That’s an easy job so long as they aren’t too big.”

Glancing around, her eyes fell on a nearby oak. It looked like several vines had fallen and tangled around a broken branch. Probably best to cut the vines before fixing it, she thought to herself. Easy enough. Tossing her staff to her right hand, the braided grass quickly started shifting. It wasn’t long before a grassy sword wrapped its handle around her arm. The sensation made her grin. As did slicing through snarls of vines like they were paper. Nothing like a good sword in hand, eh?

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* dimentio rubbed the back of his head letting out a nervous laugh* Dimentio: oh no nothing chased me i've just came by to see how your doing! *at the second question dim's smile seemed to falter* yeah i look as rough as sandpaper hugging a cactus don't i? truth is my magic has been wacky! *dim said as he wiggled his fingers and weak sparks of magic choked out of'em* so i figured i could help you out with stuff while it fixed its self! would that be fine with you?

Nettles listened, taking the opportunity to give dimentio a proper look. He seemed tired for sure. He’d gotten tossed around somewhere. And if his magic was on the fritz, he might’ve overspent himself somewhere. Hmm. She’d just keep an eye on him. She inclined her head in agreement, gesturing to the trees around her. “Knock yourself out. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “The trees can heal themselves. Just makes me feel better to know they aren’t using up extra resources to regrow if I’m putting branches back on.” 

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*it was just a normal day for dimentio tho he woke up way more tired then normal dark circles under his eyes and all his movements weak and lethargic, and his magic seemed to be on the fritz he barely had enough to get himself to nettles's woods perhaps seeing some friends would help? he soon found his way to a clearing* Dimentio: Nettles? I've come for a visit! is that alright? *dim called out his voice just a bit raspy*

Nettles had been up a tree when dimentio called for her. She glanced down, hand glowing green over a broken branch. It looked like a storm had swept through the area recently. There was plenty of foliage damage to attend to. 

“Aye, it’s fine,” she called, “I’ll be down there in a tick.” 

A moment or two later, the sorceress’ boots hit the ground with a thump. She looked over the jester silently. There were a few questions on the tip of her tongue, and she saw no reason why not to ask a couple of them. “What brings you to my neck of the woods today? Something chase you here again?” she asked, a brow raised. “You look rough.”

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*figure in a robe appeared* ?????: huh fair enough Nettles i see you don't falter easy! i'll be on my way then~! *they turn and float to the near by tree line before turning their hooded head to face nettles again red smile glowing from the darkness on their face* oh and please next time you see my puppet please don't hold this to him! he can't take credit for MY WORK! *they let out a manic near deafening cackle before fading into the darkness and out of the woods*

Nettles narrowed her eyes at the stranger, but didn’t move to antagonize. “... noted,” she mumbled, just watching them fade away. She wouldn’t mind if they never came back. Though she may have to exchange some words with their lackey...