Re: A Pirate's (Un)Life for me! (Rovana)
Rovanas Ghost
Brazier room
Rovana clenched her ghostly hands into fists, watching her own shadow slash out.. and the skull tumble into the wrong flame after.
"Forget about fighting this one with brute force, she's nimble and will avoid you just to come in from another side to strike when you try to recover your balance."
She looked at Emil.
"The deal was to put the skull in the orange flame, if you jump into the orange flame without my body and equippment my allies" whoever those are "Will think you more likely enemy than ally and attack you, unless yarrr scared of shadows, pick up me body and assets and go." Rovana growled.. plus-side, apparently she could invoke a part of the blades powers even as a ghost. Downside.. so much for her plans of taking the skull.. and her own damned shadow fighting her... and apparently it could use all her techniques too. This place was getting worse by the daily.
She was frankly, too annoyed at her break of good fortune at the last moment to follow the advice of the whispers at first, now that they were tempting her... prices to pay? She felt she had paid in advance... Well, she had tried her best for Ludmilla, even risking her revival and the same had killed her and now she was fighting her own shadow. Excluding the pendant, even with her streaks of luck this place had done nothing but taken from her.. Joe was undead, she was dead, admittedly, partially her own fault, her gear was shrinking by the daily, this place kept her from the sea and kept taking everything from her... She wanted to shout out, to curse it all damn it all. Dagon was Terrifying. Strahd was both intimidating and irritating. Ludmilla, locked away was frustrating. She wanted to scream out in misery and curse it all. She exhaled. Damn this place. She stared at the riddle. The skull was gone.. to the mountains.. spire.. wait.. wasn't that where she had to go anyway? All things considered.. she had gotten the necklace, the skull, a letter of Strahd and once she was revived, she would get Ludmilla and while at it, Damia, Patrina, perhaps Tammy and Emil would make for a good core crew already.
Still, using my own shadow against me.. no class.
"Yarrr know what. The problem is not the problem but my attitude about the problem, savy?" She slammed her etheral hands together, floating down and into her body.
Put it on Strahds tap for breaking his word in the bet, stupid whispers She thought, as she took posession of.. herself. She blinked and groaned sligthly, cracking her jaw, her bodies arms suddenly coming up, adjusting it.
"If a shadow scared you, run then, ye bloody bilgerat." The undead captain smirked dismissively.
"I'll be transportin' myself." She reached out for her gear, putting on her dress, her hat, adjusting her cursed cutlass, giving it a good patting.
"No breathing, no pulse.." She felt her arm, still cold.
"Still, an improvement. Like an old pair of boots. Finally figured out what the seer ment. I'll be myself and not give a darn about any curses, evil force or undead trying to stop me. So then, Emil, you think you got what it takes to sail with a pirate, stand here and beat up that weak image Strahd took because he can't control the real thing. Or run." She raised a finger.
"I got something left to do here, can't believe I did not earlier, being dead got me actually intimidated for a moment. Shame on me." She once more wore her crooked grin, a mental command for Joe to land on her shoulder, her flesh pale, but her eyes burning with a posessed determination. Then she dashed back to the tomb.
Ludmillas tomb, to be precise, tipping her hat towards the banshees tomb with a confident stride. Once there she'd either grin at the open coffin, or use her sword to leaver open the same.
"M'lady." She greeted, sheepishly tipping her hat.
"I'd love to keep you company, but I stole the Skull of Argynvost and busted out some cowardly buff bald guy from Strahds prison so I have.. propably less than a minute before someone as full of themselfs as the count figures out whats going on and at the least sends Escher here, not sure I can fight 'em like this. Also, I don't think I can keep posessing my body for too long, odd as it sounds. So this is for killing me as well as thinking so low of a pirate captain as to believe ye could stop 'em so easily." She reached out, slapping Ludmilla.. not too hard, admittedly..
"And this is for being you and saving me from being his undead bitch." Then she reached down to kiss Ludmillas mouth, hot, lustfully, passionately.. but for only a moment.. it was really more of a spiritual gesture, with this not living body.
".. I want to stay here with you.. but.. I got an oath to keep, things to do.. and as I am, I can't even feel your kiss.." She subconciously reached for her neck slightly..
"I love you, alright? I care more for you than.. any other person and it feels weird and frightening and at the same time I dislike Strahd like none other and it hurts and I don't give up, so you don't either, for me, aye? Now dry those tears, ye can pay me back and make me yours once you catch up to me. Now I'll be busy fully resurrecting myself and if ye still blame yerself I demand ye instead think up some exspecially kinky way to make it up to me, savy? Fair winds, Lady Vilisevic!" She waved.. as much as she wanted to stay and spend time with Ludmilla, she also wanted to get resurrected.