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Sulochana & the Pirates

Roy smiles down at Sulochana and strokes her hair with one hand, the other still supporting her under the water. Part of him is extremely distracted by all that lovely skin against him; he's well aware of their nudity. He pushes the thought aside with some effort and says, "We'll hafta do somethin' like this again sometime." Eacharn swims over to carefully nuzzle his Lady's shoulder. Her joy is wonderful to see for the water horse. By now, it's starting to edge toward evening and Roy sighs with regret, "We should probably be gettin' back."

Sulochana sighs contentedly, leaning her head against Roy's chest and reaching up to lightly stroke Eacharn's nose. They can both hear the smile in her voice as she murmurs, "Probably... before little Mary comes looking for us, and decides Eacharn is just the cutest pony ever and is he a present for her -- or something similar!" She giggles, hugging Roy tightly and then turning her head to give the riverhorse a light kiss on the end of his damp nose, "I hope you both had a wonderful time too!" Roy realizes, with just a touch of surprise, he has indeed had a wonderful time -- despite Eacharn being there. Eacharn has a similar thought about Roy and the two men glance at each other for a moment. Perhaps the alliance is going to work better than they thought.

Eacharn is the first out of the river and he shakes off a lot of the water before changing back to his human form. His skin is still wet, however, and gleaming rather nicely in the lowering sun. Suraksha carefully stands, not precisely sure how deep the water is where she is. She tilts her head thoughtfully as she regards the two men, a small smile curling up the corners of her lips as she considers them. Her voice is soft as she wades toward shore, a balancing hand resting on Roy while they're in the deeper water, "I really am blessed, aren't I." She glances around once ashore, then puts her hands on her hips and glares amusedly at Roy, "Except in the department of not losing bathing suits, I see!" Her darkly gleaming hair plasters itself sleekly down her back to her upper thighs, accentuating the curves of her small derriere.

Roy does his level best to look innocent, "Aww, cherie. I got distracted after you threw it at me..." His eyes are roaming over all the water-sleek curves quite happily as they wade back to shore and he fails to notice something quite important: the shiver of movement beneath the water.

Sulochana gives a small, lady-like, and utterly disbelieving snort as she heads for the towels, "Well, if you're going to do that, I'm going to swipe the lion's share of the towels!" She grins over her shoulder at Roy, adding a cheerful, "Fink!" then giggles at Eacharn, holding out a towel, "I won't swipe yours, though -- since you didn't lose my suit!"

Roy grins and says, "I don't need towels t' dry off, cher- ow! Goddamn!" He stumbles just a foot or two from the bank, eyes going wide and horrified as he looks down at a brown and black striped snake latched onto his leg. He swears again in Creole and grabs the creature just behind its head.

Sulochana whips around with fluid and inhuman speed, a towel still in her hands and consternation on her face, "Roy? Sweetheart, what...?" She blinks at the snake, then curiously asks, "Oh, what kind is that?" As Roy grabs it she heads over with interested, adding reflexively, "Careful! Don't hurt the poor thing!".

Roy looks at her incredulously, "Don't hurt it? Cherie, it's a fuckin' cottonmouth..." He's shaking suddenly, realizing what this means. "Shit! Shit! And Pierce back in the goddamn city..." He's still got the snake by the back of its head, its mouth gaping open to show a vividly white interior. It's an odd color for the inside of a snake's mouth. Eacharn pauses in the middle of pulling on his swimming trunks. Cottonmouths are not common in St. Louis, but they are found there occasionally.

Sulochana tilts her head at Roy -- then smiles as understanding hits her. She trots over quickly, flipping the towel over one shoulder, and reaches out to Roy, "Hey now, be nice to the poor snake, sweetheart. It can't hurt you, lover." She takes his wrists in her hands, uncaring of whether the snake can reach her or not, and smiles up at him, "Trust me, Roy -- it cannot hurt you; you're my Chosen. Did you forget who I was?" She gently strokes his damp chest with one hand, trying to calm his nearly panting breathing and reassure him. Carefully she reaches to loop an arm under the thrashing snake, then rests that hand on Roy's arm again. She wants to calm both man and snake, if she can.

Roy's pupils are dilated with panic as he looks at her. His stare is blind for a moment and then he relaxes, the tension going out of his body slowly as he remembers. His smile is shaky, "Been several decades of knowin' bein' bit by a cottonmouth was bad news. Not been near that long I ain't had to worry..." He starts to let the wriggling serpent go, then pauses, "Eacharn, you oughta back up a bit. This guy's pissed..."

Sulochana looks pleased as Roy calms, and she continues gently stroking his chest, murmuring soothingly, "It's all right, sweetheart... you don't have to keep it foremost in mind. Just don't forget and hurt yourself or some poor innocent snake, you know?" She takes the towel, wets it a bit in the river, and presses it to the bleeding bite mark, "A little pressure will fix this right as rain too." Eacharn watches curiously. Who is she, that being chosen by her should make Roy not worry about being bitten by a highly venomous snake? His gaze is intent. He is nigh immortal in many ways, but he is not immune to snake venom, being from a place where there are no snakes. The already strong desire to have her want him ratchets up even higher. What would make a fire elemental immune to poisons?

Roy nods and lets go of his grip on the wriggling snake. Sulochana adroitly flips the towel so as the panicky snake lashes out again it misses biting either of them. After she watches it swimming briskly away she smiles up at Roy again, patting his arm, "All good, lover?" She hesitates, then adds, "Um... shall we not mention this to Mary, though? Or anyone else, please?"

Roy has to take several deep breaths to calm himself down after the snake swims away. "Yeah... keepin' this quiet is prob'ly a good idea." He looks over at Eacharn and says, "You agree?"

Eacharn hesitates a little, then says, "I'll keep quiet about it for now. But I'd like an explanation some day."

Sulochana grins at Eacharn, "That's fair. Not today though, please." She looks back up at Roy, one hand slowly stroking along his back as she checks how he's doing. "Here, sweetheart -- take the towel and press it against the bite so it'll stop bleeding, all right?" It's been her experience that giving someone a task is the best way to quickly calm them. Roy presses the wet towel against the bite on his leg, muttering under his breath in Creole.

Eacharn nods and says, "If you wish, Lady." He feels jealousy surge a bit as she fusses over Roy so tenderly. He pushes it down and brings over Roy's trunks, "How are we going to hide the bite?"

Sulochana smiles at Eacharn as she gently urges Roy to walk up onto the shore, "I expect Roy will just say it's a scratch or something. No one would suspect a cottonmouth, after all." Her grin gets impish, "Not with him still walking around just fine!" She sighs gustily at Roy -- which does lovely things to the view of her front -- and adds amusedly, "So, your dastardly plan to deprive me of the extra towels comes to fruition, eh?" She giggles at the utterly incredulous looks from both men, then grins, "There we go! You're both looking less shell-shocked now." She heads off to the towels, adding airily over her shoulder, "I imagine I can keep everyone a bit distracted for Roy as well!" From the sway of her hips, she's probably right.

Even sitting on a riverbank and holding a wet towel to a snakebite, Roy can't keep his eyes off those hips as they swing away. He shakes his head and chuckles ruefully, "There goes a lot of perfectly good drama." Eacharn blinks, then laughs, surprising himself.

Sulochana giggles as she's wrapping a towel about her hair, then about hips and bust. With some careful knotting she thinks she's got everything covered that should be. She turns around, "How's this? Presentable? At least enough to get me to my rooms without causing an international scandal or somesuch?"

The two kings pronounce her presentable and they all head back for the Proud Mary together, with one of the men on either side of Sulochana, almost like bodyguards. Roy does limp a bit and swears once in a while at the irritating pain of the bite itself; deadly or not, it's still uncomfortable. The Hetaera slips a commiserating arm about Roy's waist, smiling ruefully up at him when he swears. Past that she cheerfully chatters with both kings -- she truly had an amazingly wonderful day, and she's still quite buoyed up from it! The three of them return to the boat as the sun is setting, and get 'Chana back to her rooms without anyone commenting on her bare shoulders.

Not long after they're back, Mary, Lisbet, and Fantine arrive in Sulochana's small room near Roy's quarters, to help 'Chana get ready for the slightly more formal dinner Roy has planned for the trip back upriver. Fantine helps the Hetaera hastily dry her long hair, and after some discussion the women agree a pretty and brightly colored summer dress should do for the dinner, even though 'Chana's not wearing any jewelry to speak of. Mary is dressed up in blue and white, babbling happily about how Fantine and Lisbet helped to put her hair in ringlets. The little girl literally squeals about the pretty dress her Mama 'Chana will be wearing. Sulochana laughs and hugs Mary, and when they're all tidied up the little group of happily chattering women head out to find Roy and Eacharn, to head in to dinner.

The two men are both waiting for the ladies to arrive. Both are dressed in evening formal wear, Eacharn with a deep red waistcoat and ascot and Roy with midnight blue. Eacharn stands back and lets Roy step forward to take 'Chana's hands. The dark-haired king raises her hands and kisses each of them, murmuring, "You look charmin' as always, cherie..." Sulochana laughs delightedly, gently squeezing Roy's hands and then raising them enough so Mary can wriggle between the two of them, babbling happily about her pretty dress and the new curls! 'Chana's expression is warm with quiet happiness as she watches the two of them together.

Roy grins down at Mary and says, "An' you look beautiful too, li'l darlin'." He moves to help the two ladies in his life settle in at the table and they all tuck into the lovely dinner made for them by Theophile. It is, as is often the case with Theo, exquisite -- with layers of flavors and textures making each bite something to be savored. In one corner of the room a player piano tinkles along with cheerful music and there is conversation and laughter. Eacharn can, when he's not acting the pride-stung brat, be very charming; he is doing his level best to impress his Lady. Sulochana is warm and vivacious and affectionate, seated between Roy and Mary on one side, and Eacharn on the other. She doesn't do so consciously, but it's clear Eacharn's behavior is relaxing her considerably. She is also careful to send her compliments to Theophile for his exquisite cooking, and to thank Captain George for such a wonderful and enjoyable day trip.

Roy is used to the almost bubbly 'Chana and the way she casually strokes and pats and touches people she trusts when she's relaxed; he is much the same way, after all. Eacharn, on the other hand, is pleasantly surprised and finds himself sliding into a space that's not quite sub-space from all the gentle caresses. His Lady seems to enjoy petting him and he's feeling almost dreamily disconnected -- so it seems quite unreal when the door to the dining room they're in bursts open. Sulochana blinks, straightening and resting a calming hand on Mary as she looks to see who it is. Who would break in like this?

The man in the doorway is holding a crossbow in one hand and a machete in the other. He's dressed in jeans and a buckskin shirt with square-toed cowboy boots and a ten-gallon hat. He steps through and is followed by a half-dozen more men, all holding weapons of some sort. Roy stands up suddenly enough that his chair falls over backward as he demands, "Who in hell do you think you are?"

Sulochana quietly pushes Mary down so she's out of the line of fire, whispering to the girl, "Stay very quiet for now, sweetie." She's pushing her own chair back as carefully and silently as she can, so she has some maneuvering room if necessary. She's glancing around swiftly without moving her head, checking to see if all the windows are blocked... drat, crossbows; can't risk getting others shot if she slips out to come at the attackers from behind. She sighs internally -- sometimes she hates crossbows.

The man speaks with a definite Houston drawl, "I'm th' man who's been sent ta git some insurance on yer good b'havior, yer Majesty." For all that he's just burst into their dinner and is holding a pair of weapons, he's speaking politely, "We've got control a' th' boat 'n we'll be takin' the young'un with us. I s'ggest ever'body stay calm so nobody else gits hurt."

Roy's eyes go flinty and he takes a step forward, heedless of the weaponry, "Oh, you went about this all wrong fer me to stay calm, bucko." Mary watches with wide, terrified eyes, internally counting by threes -- a trick her Papa taught her to keep her Tapping ability under control. Eacharn is suddenly very alert and aware -- Houston is getting even bolder in his depredations if he dares this.

Sulochana draws in her breath sharply as she glances around at the scene -- she is not going to let those she cares for get damaged! She closes her eyes for an instant, thinking furiously -- then leans to whisper to Mary, "Sweetie, we're going to fool these men, all right? I need you to be very loud and screamy, like we were laughing about in that play we saw together last time I was here. Do you remember that?" Mary nods, biting her bottom lip nervously, and 'Chana smiles encouragingly at the child, her expression as calm and reassuring as if this is some delightful game they're about to play. After that she stands up and calls out with firm command, "No, you don't want the child -- that will give you too much trouble. You should want me instead."

Roy isn't right up in the pirate's face, but his hands are white-knuckled from being clenched; his head whips around as 'Chana speaks. As she does, Mary starts to scream and sob incoherently, rocking from side to side. Her face is screwed up and red and she seems to be quite afraid. Sulochana smiles reassuringly at Roy, tilting her head towards Mary so he'll go to the child. Roy's eyes narrow, but he has a good idea of what his cherie is trying to do. He turns and steps over to Mary, going to one knee to comfort the screaming child. The head 'pirate' hesitates, feeling the pull of the powerful command he's just been given by Sulochana, but not wanting to screw up again in the eyes of the Houston Warlord. "An' just who are you that I should do that?" His weapons are wavering slightly.

Sulochana draws herself up proudly as she replies, "I am the lady to whom the king of Baton Rouge proposed yesterday! Who are you to question me, sirrah?" She sticks to the truth as much as she can; she knows that makes her command voice that much stronger. Eacharn takes a surprised breath, shocked at the revelation, then looks at Roy as if to ask why he's letting the Lady do this thing. As Mary keeps wailing loudly, hitting a few truly high-decibel notes, Sulochana turns her head and calls reassuringly towards the girl, "Don't worry, sweetie, Mama will be back soon." She winks at the wide-eyed girl, her lips curling into a small, quick smile -- then she turns back to the pirate and frowns, raising an eyebrow at him.

Roy's face is grim. He wants to stop 'Chana, but he knows from experience she is no fragile flower. Mary is still wailing and sobbing, clinging to her Papa and keeping control of her Tapping ability as best she can. The pirate considers, then says, "That works. The kid'll be too much of a p... problem." He stumbles as if he were going to say something else.

Eacharn is stunned; he starts to rise to step forward, only to feel Roy grab his arm. Eacharn looks down and meets the other man's flinty gaze, and the St. Louis king's temper flares high. He starts to jerk away from Roy, "Surely you aren't-"

Sulochana is relaxing internally somewhat as her commanded proposition is accepted by the pirate -- but at Eacharn's sharp comment she whirls. She can't let him get hurt trying to protect her! Her voice is low and strong, "Eacharn, listen to Roy!" She stares at him hard for a moment, not able to give him more directive and almost willing him to understand... then Mary shrieks again. Sulochana turns back to the pirates and walks with slow confidence towards them, "Let us depart, then." She's praying internally everyone will follow her lead. Her sharp-eyed gaze assesses the pirates -- definitely not a prepossessing lot! She takes a deep breath, not letting any nervousness show, and pauses by the lead pirate with an expectant look.

Eacharn scowls, but subsides at the order from his Lady; he's already plotting ways to get her back. Roy sees him relax and lets go of the other king's arm. He stands and says, "I won't be forgettin' this, fella."

The pirate leader sheathes the machete and offers 'Chana an arm; he's evidently a gentleman... when he's not kidnapping people. He says to the king, "Nossir, I didn't think you would."

Sulochana's golden-eyed gaze flashes scarlet for an instant as she takes the man's arm. Glancing at the other pirates, she murmurs softly, "Nor shall I." She walks out with her head held high next to the man, waiting until they're all outside on the deck before she says quietly to the lead pirate, "Did you kill anyone on this boat?" There is a cold and very final note to her voice. She's reviewing hastily: she can kill the pirates here, but even though it's dark out there's light pouring out through the windows of the dining area -- a tiger would likely be spotted. Plus, screaming and roaring wouldn't be good for Mary's nerves... and 'Chana has no assurance all the pirates are safely away from possible hostages. Hmm... might as well try to get all the damn kidnappers, in fact. She'll wait until they're at whatever their next mode of transportation is -- boat or carriage or whatever -- to be sure she gets all of them. She knows Roy will be near by then.

The pirate leader says, "No'm. Just a few unconscious is all. Ain't a murderer." There's a derisive snort from one of the other men and the cowboy snaps, "That's enough, Enos. We'll be goin' now."

Sulochana's breath escapes her in a soft sigh of relief, and her shoulders relax a bit. Then she remembers where she is, and with whom, and she says with quiet amusement, "A gentleman from Houston, then... who is also a kidnapper? How did you manage that?" She's glancing around, checking to see if there's just a dinghy or another entire boat nearby... and pausing to glare coldly at one of the men eyeing her with particular appreciation. She calculates odds swiftly in her head: seven men, maybe more... she should wait until they've put her wherever they intend to keep her, and take them out one or two at a time. All at once isn't the best odds -- one or more of them might be able to get a quarrel into her.

The pirate leader escorts 'Chana to the side of the Proud Mary, where a small boat awaits to take them back to their main boat for escaping down river. The leader says, "I'm followin' orders, ma'am. Long as His Majesty behaves, you'll be jest fine. Got my word on it." There are a couple of titters from the men.

'Chana murmurs dryly to the man, "Really now..." then decides simply to hush and gather more information. As the men pile into the boat, and the leader hands her down, she takes an instant to scan his chakras: does he truly mean what he's saying? Internally she winces a bit -- she's drawing very hard on her energy, and she's going to have at least two shapeshifts tonight. She needs to conserve herself for now. She's deeply relieved, however, to realize the leader is indeed telling the truth: he is following orders, and has no intention of allowing harm to her.

Back in the dining room, Mary has stopped her screaming and is asking anxiously whether Mama will be all right. Eacharn's anger is getting the better of him and he's snarling at Roy, "How could you let them do that?"

Roy shakes his head, eyes still flinty and his voice soft, "Just listen, will ya? We'll know when it's time t'go help out. Ma cherie's got a trick 'er three up her sleeve when it comes t'kidnappers." Eacharn subsides, remembering she is his Lady of Flame. He nods reluctantly. Roy's voice is grim, "You see now why I need a little help here? Houston's gettin' a mite uppity." Eacharn agrees; this is not the sort of thing one should allow to go on between leaders.

Elsewhere, Sulochana settles neatly into the boat, casually slapping away the roving hand of one of the men in the darkness. Her voice is weary, "None of that."

The leader growls and backhands the man who was being overly bold, "Dammit, Enos. I said no harm. This is a lady an' I gave my word." He takes a deep breath and says to 'Chana, "Since I'm bein' a gentleman, I 'spect you t' be a lady an give yer word you won't try to escape. I don't wanna hafta tie ya up."

Sulochana folds her hands in her lap, sitting quite still in the boat as she studies the leader. Her eyes are bright with tightly reined-in heat, however -- a smoldering fury that only grows as she murmurs, "You are correct in that I am a lady, sirrah, but I shall not give you my word in that fashion."

The man takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair as he sighs and says, "Then I'm afraid we're gonna hafta secure ya in yer room, ma'am." He sounds genuinely regretful about that -- then he glowers at Enos again, "You can stop with yer leerin'. You ain't guardin' her."

Sulochana simply nods coldly once to the man, then glances calmly around herself, noting where the dinghy is going, and how many men there are. As the dinghy is rowed she also checks for the size of the boat they return to. Several minutes later, upon spotting it, she softly murmurs to the leader, "Did you hire that boat and crew? Or did you steal it?" She silently prays they have not hired an innocent crew.

The man says, "Didn't so much hire 'em as get told I'd be workin' with 'em."

Enos sneers, "That's because the Warlord trusts us." There's a subtle emphasis in the words which hints the Warlord might not trust the leader as much.

Sulochana raises an amused eyebrow as she drawls, "Gracious, is there something rotten in the state of Denmark?" She's happy to promote dissension in the ranks of these disgusting men, although she suspects they won't get the reference. She's relieved to hear the entire crew is in on this caper; she'll have no compunction about taking out all of them now.

Enos snorts, "There's somethin' rotten in the state of Texas." He snickers, "Ain't that right, Sam?"

Sam seems to be the name of the leader; his voice is chilly as he says, "I said enough, Enos. Leave it be."

Before long the dinghy bumps against the side of the larger boat. Sulochana accepts the man's hand to get out of the little dinghy, and watches carefully as all the men disembark onto the large boat. She's relieved none of them seem to be moving as if they can see in the dark, stumbling slightly and querulous about the dim lighting. After they're all aboard she glances at the leader, "Well? I expect a room of my own, please."

Sam says, "Of course, ma'am." He moves more carefully than the others, so as not to stumble, occasionally warning her of something to step over. "But you are gonna be locked in, I'm afraid."

Sulochana nods and steps carefully when so directed, as if she too cannot see in the dark -- and she gathers as much visual information as she can on the boat's layout and capabilities, so she can later roam easily around it. At his comment she murmurs in quiet rue just to him, "I certainly hope so. Your, ah... crew has yet to impress me." Her wry grin can be heard in her voice as she murmurs, "Perhaps 'band of thieves' would be more apropos."

Sam is carefully quiet on that regard, saying only, "I'll have th'only key, ma'am, so you needn't worry yer head over them none. They'll do what they're told. They don't wanna make the Warlord angry."

Sulochana sighs softly at that, relaxing a bit such that Sam can feel her sag somewhat. "Thank you."

Back on the Proud Mary, Lizbet and Fantine come rushing anxiously in to check on little Mary, once the pirates have left. Elijah and Travis are deeply chagrined at not having adequately protected their king, practically begging Roy's forgiveness for not simply charging in regardless, despite the women hostages the pirates had taken. Eacharn is nearly champing at the metaphoric bit, growling quietly to Roy, "Come on -- we don't want to lose track of them!"

Roy's smile is grim and his eyes are cold, "Oh, we'll know jist when an' where to come to ma cherie's aid. Ain't no worries there." The king of Baton Rouge goes down on one knee and puts his hands on Mary's shoulders, "Sugar, Papa's gotta go help Mama 'Chana out, 'kay? Wantcha t' b'have and stay calm's you can. Might need yer help once we got 'er back. You hear me?" Mary, whose face is pale with hectic spots of color at her cheeks, nods, "Yes, Papa." Her breathing is a little quick, but she's doing her best to stay calm. Losing control of her abilities here on the boat would be A Bad Thing.

Roy nods and kisses his adopted daughter's forehead before standing up. To Trav and Elijah he says, "Ya'll're gonna hear one helluva ruckus. Wantcha t' ignore it and keep the ladies safe. We'll be back, prob'ly long 'bout daylight. Keep the starboard side of the boat clear as you can. Things might be a bit messy, an' we do wanna keep the fuckin' rumors down." He's starting to strip out of his jacket and waistcoat as he talks, tossing the clothing onto the table.

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