#i was like argh i wish that were my av. can i just take it for my av. but no...

[licantropa]

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He’d killed his god.

Shot him down. Every movement of his had been laced with uncertainty, the bow was raised and aimed with hesitation, his fingers let go and the arrow struck its mark, ending his lord.

Where his corpse should lay is empty and every item that was on his person is being looted by his friends. They cheer and he can only look on in horror.

Dianite is dead, and he has to live with that fact now. There were overpowered swords and potions in his inventory. Then how did he lose? How could he have lost to Tom? All of these items he could’ve used— he was a fucking god and Tom defeated him? It makes no sense to him, absolutely none.

A hand on his shoulder turns him around, away from where his god’s remains, and towards

“Tom…” Capsize looks at him in pity and that’s the last thing he wants now. Last thing he deserves right now. “That shouldn’t ‘ave—I…I’m sorry.”

“I am so sorry.” The hand on his shoulder turns into a full blown hug from Capsize. He hugs back tight enough for her to wince in pain, and right, Dianite had focused a ton of fireballs at her, he’d thought she hadn’t gotten hit. Guess he was wrong.

“It’s so fucking stupid that you don’t wear any armor. I hope you know that.” His eyes are redder than usual and Capsizes shirt is wet, but ask Tom if he was crying and he’ll heavily deny it. “Let’s just get this shit over with.”

Capsize doesn’t get a chance to answer when a deep and resounding voice names him, Mecha-Dianite.

—

He’s a god now.

All that power belongs to him, and he had no idea what that means. Lady Ianite was reconnected with her soul and thanked them. All of them. Even him, the Puny Dianitee.

What a bitch.

Capsize is in the back of the group watching on as Jordan greats his goddess. Tom finds that a bit weird, because after everything shouldn’t she be stood up there too? Her brothers’ there next to Jordan and she is not. He puts an arm round her shoulders and guides her closer to the throne.

“Argh, me matey, I believe ye owe me!” The attempt to mimic her accent gets a small laugh, though she does look at him confused.

“Owe you?”

“I be Mecha-Dianite now, and every god needs a champion. Co-captain o’ mine, I want ye to be my champion.” He says this not only confidently, but in Ianite’s line of sight. The look of horror that crosses her face was something he was not going to forget. Although, the similar look on Capsize’s face is one he wishes he could.

“No.” Is said simultaneously by both pirate and goddess. For Ianite, it ends there. Capsize continues on with “Means a lot you’d think of me for that, but I do like following my lady. Thank you, but I can’t accept that.”

Tom’s made everything go from great to some to worse for everyone.

—

Ianite had declared that it was time for them to leave, after Tom got yelled at by everybody for asking such an inane question. He didn’t think it was dumb, in fact, he decides to ask it again.

Redbeard’s leading them all down towards the exit, and him and Capsize are once again behind the group.

“I meant what I said.”

“That be the problem, I know you did.” She stops them. “I really am thankful. For everything, but I can’t do that.”

“If your goddess was better at her job, she’d let you be my champion.” He knows it doesn’t work like that, but after everything, he thinks he’s allowed to be fussy and stubborn.

“I don’t think it works like that…” She kicks a stone further down the hill. “How about this, you get to the Overworld, if you need any help, and I think I can help you, I will. Fair?” She puts her hand out to shake.

He pretends to think it over, putting a hand on his chin, and hums in thought. “I don’t kno—deal! No take backs.” He quickly puts his hand in hers and shakes. Unbeknownst to either, Tom has binded them together through the magic of a deal.

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Tom’s just a bit faster than Furia.

When the sword swung down, he had already been pulling Capsize by her coat closer to him. Whether she’d been drunk, sick, or hungover doesn’t stop her from readying her cutlass and lashing out, Tom follows with his own weapon.

In this hallway, every swing follows through with a hit on Furia, problem is the hallway isn’t wide enough for a fight. They end up injuring each other just as much. Low on health, Furia vanishes and Tom is left wondering what the fuck they’re gonna do now.

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“That is not my problem.” They’d gone to Ianeria on Tom’s ship, for Furia had sunken Capsize’s new motorboat and with Jordan’s own currently stuck in a glass bottle, it’d been up to them to convince him to use it. He found it hard to say no. Especially, when Capsize had sworn to help him with Dianite.

“My co-captain is right. It be your problem.” Her heartbeat gets quicker, she doesn’t know what outcome her words will bring, but regardless, she continues. “Furia killing your brother won’t solve anything, just make it all so much worse.”

Everyone goes silent. Ianite looks on at Capsize, shocked. Whether it is at the disagreement in general or her select choice of words, she doesn’t know. Of course, the silence doesn’t last long. There’s a sharp gasp and a

“Did you hear that? I’m her co-captain, bitches, gotta listen to me now. Suck on tha—“

“She did not mean that. No way she meant that. No way she meant you. She’s just—“

A yelling match between Tom and Jordan has begun and her lady continues to look on at her. Expression now kept neutral, although her ghostly image flickers more than it had been before.

“And your plan, then?” That’s what they’d come here for. To plan with her. Seems that’s just gone up in the air by her lack of forethought.

“We kill Furia, get to Aethoria, save you.”

“Very detailed.” Her smile lacks any warmth and she misses not having to look at her lady as she speaks with her. To see her dissatisfaction feels worse than hearing it, so much worse. “Well, suppose I’ll have to wait and see how that progresses. My boy, this is goodbye for now. Captain, til then.”

She’s gone and Capsize will not cry. She will not, though she might throw up. There is a coldness that runs deep and it’s painful to breathe and

There is a green arm warped around her shoulders pulling her close.

“Co-captain! We’re gonna save our gods n’ shit!” Tom yells happily into her ear. Least one of them’s in a good mood.

She offers him a weak “Yar!” in return.