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    So if you've read the Storm and Silence books by Robert Thier you'll understand what I'm trying to get at. If you haven't read them, what are you doing? You're missing out on an amazing free read on wattpad! Look it up, give it a try, and come tell me what you think cause I'm entirely in love with the series so far! But anyway thanks for checking this out, can't wait to rp with you ^^


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    Muse B || My charrie

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    Name: Elizabeth “Beth” Abbot

    Age: 20

    Personality: Growing up in a middle class household she didn’t have to worry about things like where her next meal will come from. Still, she wasn’t really ever close to either one of her parents so, she got pretty used to doing her own thing. Beth has a stubborn streak. If someone says she can’t do something she will then immediately turn around and try to prove them wrong. Although she understands how a lady should behave she doesn’t behave very often. Quick-witted and with sharp tongue she’s not afraid to tell someone off she believes they deserve it. Even though she considers herself quite boorish there are times when she can manage to act like she’s “supposed to”. Not liking anything to be dull she tends to seek out things on a whim and does things without thinking them all the way through. She has a few close friends, but most people are scared away by her..strong personality.


    (Sorry for the short form, I will probably add more later on)

    Stormy green eyes scanned the waters from the harbor as if they were challenging the waves of the ocean to rise into an angry tempest. The weather needed to be good for the trip and Corentin couldn't afford a storm to stall his voyage. There were important matters to tend to and he had to leave London before he lost any more money than he already had. "Um...excuse me Mr. Vallure?" A hesitant voice reached the man's ears but he didn't bother to turn and face to the lanky man speaking to him. "Is it ready?" His deep voice same out smooth unlike his sharp and chiseled facial features. "Well no sir, thats just the problem. We will be a few minutes late as there are still a few crates to be..." His words trailed off mid sentence as Corentin finally turned to face him. "Late? Did I hear you correctly Mr. Fuller? Because if I did I'm afraid the problem is going to be between you and I, not the crates." His tone didn't change, neither did his expression but the threat behind his words were loud and clear to the shorter man who visibly paled and hurried off to help load the cargo. The businessman absolutely detested being late, he never tolerated it with his employees so he was sure to 'persuade' them into being punctual. Adjusting his rather plain suit he took in the large metal clad vessel he had spent his precious money on a year back. It was sleek and gunmetal grey and thickset clouds of black smoke was rising from a column that connected to the engine. The longer it sat idle the more money he was loosing. Letting out a small irritable sigh he boarded his ship and stood at the bow, observing his men as they rushed in preparing to set off. In a few minutes another; more heavyset and muscular man approached Corentin in an almost menacing manner. Even then he didn't show any sign of being afraid or any sort of emotion other than his icy gaze threatening to freeze anyone that stood still for too long. "Its done sir, we are ready to be off." He gave a curt nod to his bodyguard "Very well Alonzo. Keep an eye on the cargo, if anyone gets too curious..." He looked the well muscled man in the eyes, Alonzo already knew how to take care of nosy individuals, he didn't need to finish his sentence. As his bodyguard walked off Corentin turned to the second; identical ship harbored a little ways away and gave a simple wave of his tanned hand that sent it roaring to life. He watched at his second vessel slowly departed from the port and prepared to give the signal for the one he was boarded on to depart as well.

    The cold wind kissed her cheeks until they were red and numb to the touch not that she minded. Instead she seemed to come alive with it the light in her eyes was bright. Of course from the looks from anyone around her she was alone in this sentiment. Most people were far too busy scurrying about to notice the blonde girl, despite how utterly out of place she may appear. It was probably a product of the attitudes most had about keeping to their own business and to ignore any irregularities. Irregularities cost precious irreplaceable time according to her father. A rueful smile appeared on her face. There was no telling exactly what she thinking from her expression, but just from her mere presence that she was up to no good. She strolled around with her head held high and a shawl draped over her hair to keep it from blowing in the wind. The ships loomed in the distance just ahead of her as she walked ever closer with her arms hugging close to her side. The look of the ships were very standard, plain and rather unimpressive, functional. The only ones that stood out while docked here were the iron giants that sat off to the side. Her eyes gleamed with a newfound mischief and her step quickened to catch up with the ships before they pulled out into the grey rocking water. Biting her lip she moved even faster almost running now to catch sight of the massive hulking floating barges of metal that fascinated by the simple fact that they irregular and seemed like it would be quite interesting to see the interior of. Beth let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding at the thought of actually standing on the deck of a ship like that. Moving through the crowd she still didn't get much attention even with her running along like a crazy woman. At the end of the docks she stood sucking in the air greedily back into her lungs her cheeks flushed. She broke from the crowd to get a closer look at the ships, not content with a distant look at things. So, she got closer, probably much closer then she should. There weren't many women around, even fewer staring up at ships like they were paintings hanging in a gallery. There were people bustling to gather crates up and loading them at break neck pace. Blinking for a moment she was content watching them. That was until she noticed something slipping from one of the crew's trouser pocket and went tumbling into the wind. Even though she was out of breath she wheeled around to retrieve whatever it was starting to take flight. She stepped on it hard with her heel to take it back from the wind. Bending down she picked up the paper unfurling it. Staring down she realized it was a list of what was being loaded. Completely forgetting who it might belong to she started to look over it in depth raising a brow as her eyes went over every word scratched on to the paper. She had the inkling that she shouldn't be reading this.

    Raising his hand once more he prepared to give the signal when a panicked voice called out his name several times over. "What pray, could you possibly need now Mr. Fuller?" Discontent was clear in his eyes as he glared daggers at the thin man who was practically shaking where he stood. "I-I m-may h-have..." Clenching his jaw he worked to keep his usual calm exterior. "I don't have time for blubbering imbeciles so speak, now." Clearing his throat Mr. Fuller managed to get a single sentence out. "I may have lost the list?" He took a large step back out of fear of being striked or yelled at but Corentin simply lowered his hand in an excruciatingly slow manner. "How inconvenient." Pushing past the man he strode to the side of the ship with just a few purposeful and confident steps. Looking over the edge he glanced at the ground below and studied everything in search of the paper that held the list of the contents of the crates. His dark green optics settled on the figure of a woman who was studding a piece of paper. His piece of paper. "Alonzo, fetch me that woman." He didn't raise his voice but yet the bodyguard seemed to hear perfectly clear as he stopped in his tracks and set his gaze on the woman he was meant to bring on board. As a good worker should the large man didn't ask questions and simply followed orders as quickly as possible.


    Alonzo was dutifully marching to where the cargo was stored, his dark brown eyes nearly shown obsidian in the shadows but every time the rays of the morning sun splashed on his rugged features they showed just a few shades lighter. The man he took orders from wasn't his employer, he could almost be considered an acquaintance but even that was pushing it. Corentin had helped Alonzo from a fatal situation so he willingly offered to help him by becoming his personal bodyguard without pay which of course Corentin had been pleased to hear. Hearing a his name and a command being uttered in Corentin's smooth voice he quickly did as he was told and descended down the ramp onto the ground. His intimidating figure loomed over the woman as he approached her, when in arms reach he snatched the paper from her slender hands without a word uttered from his mouth. Just as he had feared it was the list that Mr. Fuller must've dropped. Someone was going to pay for this and it he had a pretty good idea on who Corentin would punish. "Come with me miss, I have to be sure of something before I can let you go." His rough hand clasped around her arm, his eyes silently warned her not to struggle or call out as he pulled her onto the iron ship.

    The young woman was clueless to the fact the owner of said list had found her out so soon. Being extremely interested in what was on the paper she completely was oblivious to her surroundings. In her own defense it was surprising just how interesting a piece of paper could be. While studying the list she noticed a name in the heading that gave her pause Vallure? It sounded very vaguely familiar. Perhaps she had read it somewhere or had even seen it on a street sign. Unfortunately, she didn't get much time to actually stop and think on it. A slight chill went up her spin as suddenly there was a very large shadow casting a shadow over the paper before an equally large hand snatched the paper from her hands. She blinked grappling at air for a second before she dared to look up at who had dared to take the paper from her. When she looked, having to tip her head up more then she would have expected, she decided that he could probably dare to do quite a few things without being challenged. She took a step back fully prepared to take her leave and forget any thoughts of getting into trouble she might have had. Still, it didn't look very possible when his hand locked on her wrist. "And what exactly would that be? I haven't done anything wrong." Beth protested, as any normal person would. Despite her relatively loud protest no one even so much as turned their head. More then ever did she hate the fact people just really didn't seem to care. Despite her pulling her arm back to try to get her arm free of his grip, it was not very effective, considering the clear difference in strength. She gave a leery look towards the iron ship that she got pulled into. Yes she had wanted to see the interior of one of these things, but this was far from how she would want to do it! Beth at least made sure to drag her heels like a obstinate child. It didn't really help much, but she just wanted to make it a little difficult for this brute to just drag her off. "Can someone please explain why I'm getting dragged around like a doll. I picked up a piece of paper far from a crime." She muttered under her breath, although nothing about this situation seemed completely legal to begin with. She dared to take her pale blue eyes away from the man and started to study her surrounding, possibly looking for a quick exit.

    lmao I'm so sorry, It seemed like a damn kidnapping cause I was half asleep and not paying attention lol. I was thinking maybe he just tells her to forget about seeing the list and leave but she ends up hiding and staying on. Or I could edit it and change it so he doesn't notice its gone. I'm terrible, my baddd

    It’s alright I was too tired to notice myself lol. I’m fine with having her hide when no one is watching. That seems like something she would do :)

    Sorry if its a mess, on mobile


    Corentin watched impatiently as the woman struggled against the large man and he checked his simple cheap pocketwatch to see what time it was. Had he not planned to execute this thirty minutes before necessary they would be running late and he certainly would not have been happy. Listening to his bodyguard very vaguely explain what was going on he let an irate look just briefly cross his features, if one had seen it they would have thought it was just their imagination. "I know you haven't done anything. Im simply doing what I'm told." Alonzo held out the paper to him as soon as he was within reach and Corentin studied it for a few moments making sure the paper was in fact his. The words 'tunics, strips of linen, papers, files, maps, knives, swords, and guns' were written in a familiar neat cursive handwriting along with other insignificant things. The list wouldn't have been a problem to lose if the last three things weren't listed. It wasn't entirely legal to have such vast quantities of weapons at hand let alone bringing it to an entire different country for use against other people. Not that Corentin was bothered by legalities, authorities could easily be frightened off if he mentioned that their jobs was on the line. Other powerful businessmen however wouldnt be dissuaded so easily, they were ruthless as well and always eager to steal his wealth and ideas. "This never fell. You never saw it. And you most certainly didn't read it."

    His tone was decisive, he was telling her what to do and if she were smart she would listen like an obedient the woman she was supposed to be. "I'm sure you can handle going along with that right? Even if your brain can't function as well us men." His tone was harsh, obviously unafraid of offending or hurting the stranger's feelings and meant to send her scampering. A few of the men within earshot snickered at the malignant words. Motioning Alonzo away from the woman he spoke in a barely audible murmur. "Take care of him." He needn't say a name as the bodyguard already knew he was meant to deal with Mr. Fuller.

    Even the answer she got from the big guy that drug her on the ship was rather unsatisfactory. She wasn't given a moment to wander who it could be that was ordering her to get dragged on to a ship as she came face with culprit himself. Something about him already was rubbing her the wrong way. Maybe it was just that flat unflinching expression that held no joy, nothing really. Even those statues in front of buildings and parks seemed to have more liveliness then this man right here. Her first impression was not very good to begin with and she very well showed it putting one hand on her hip as she looked between the stone faced gargoyle and then to the environment they were standing in. It was plan and barren as she would have expected from a cargo ship. If nothing else she would be able to say in all truthfulness she had seen the interior of one of these steel ships that strangely interested her. Elizabeth opened her mouth to point out that he had in fact dropped the list and she had in fact read it. Still she thought better of it, she didn't feel like it was worth a retort. She let her shawl fall loosely around her shoulders. The moment she did so blonde curls came spilling out in messy untidy waves. It seemed as if her hair hadn't been wrapped up in the first place it might look halfway decent, instead she looked more like someone who didn't even bother to run a brush through her hair. All her previous resolve to keep quiet was gone when he plainly stated that a woman like her did not have half the intelligence of a man. "Tell that to the twat who couldn't keep track of a piece of paper properly." Beth hissed under her breath folding her arms over her chest glowering up at the man with a look of pure and utter hatred. There was nothing she hated more then people, especially men trying to somehow convince themselves that they were superior in intellect. "I am fine with pretending to have never made your acquaintance sir." Without another word or gesture she abruptly turned herself around and started heading towards the exit. She was in quite a huff at the nerve of the small minded man who took no qualms in casually insulting her for no particular reason. Gripping her arm a little tighter while her arms were still crossed she felt the overpowering urge to show this stranger that no, she wasn't lack-witted and no she wouldn't be pushed around. Her steps slowed a little as an idea started to take shape in her mind.

    Noticing that the woman was sizing him up and taking his appearance in his posture became even more rigid than it usually was. The stranger's mouth opened as if she were about to argue with him and he silently gave her credit for thinking better of it and keeping quiet. Most women couldn't even do that, all they did was talk and waste time. His eyes followed the shawl as it slipped away from her head revealing a bundle of golden curls that fell in an unruly manner. Tempted to raise and inquisitive brow he kept from doing so and simply took in her figure. Why did she look so unkempt? Almost wild and untamed like she was too busy conquering the world to bother with keeping up pristine looks like other women. She wasn't a poor factory worker, he knew that for sure. Corentin would be able to recognize one if he saw one, after all he did own several factories himself and of course there was the fact that he used to be one. Slamming a mental door closed on that thought he listened to the woman angrily bite back a remark. And there went her credit he had mentally given her just moments before. "Good." He simply ignored her first words deeming the argument too insignificant for him to waste his breath on. In one fluid moment he turned away from the woman's retreating figure and watched as Alonzo dropped something in the water. Not to Corentin's surprise there came a yell after the thing hit the water below the ship. "Mr.Fuller is no longer in your employment sir." Alonzo looked over the railing to see the previous crew leader swimming for the harbor to get out of the cold water he was thrown into. "Very well." A satisfied breath escaped his lungs as he raised a tanned hand and signaled for the vessel to roar to life and move out into the open waters after his other ship. He was finally off to Egypt where a few problems were keeping him from getting more profit, soon they would be solved thanks to his plans. The iron vessel moved forward and steadily gained speed leaving the land behind to grow steadily smaller until it was a speck in the horizon.

    It seemed rather pointless for the man to have his crony drag her aboard the ship just to tell her to forget whatever she had read on his list and finish the whole affair off by insulting her intelligence. It also struck her that just simply turning around and leaving the ship meant she was doing exactly what exactly what he expected her to do. She halted in her retreat crossing her arms over her chest rethinking what she should do now. The first thing she settled on was not walking off the ship...of course that didn't leave her many other options. Shaking her head she started to take measured strides towards the exit trying to cast a sly glance over her shoulder as she went through the motions of leaving. The man and his brute of a shadow were paying her no mind at all. As she walked along her light eyes were searching for other possible routes she could take. One showed itself to the young woman and her eyes lit up when she laid on it. A dimly lit corridor seemed as good of a chance as she possibly get. With one last look back she slipped into the hall. She wasn't sure where this hall would take her. Pushing her blonde hair aside she slipped her shawl back over messy curls as she worked to quiet her footsteps as she worked to find a more concealed place to hide.

    (lmk if this is hard to reply to, I'll be happy to edit it!)


    The lean and brooding businessman turned away from the railing of the ship after a few minutes of silent planning. Within a day or so they would stop at a port to sell things as he always did on his trips to Egypt. Only problem was the pirates. He had a rather interesting encounter with a crew of hearty pirates last visit two years ago and he he knew they remember their enemies. If he showed his face to the wrong people things would go bad and it wont be for him. If it came to it he wouldn't hesitate to sink their measly wooden ships with his own iron giants, he had been tolerant last time by only killing a few, it wouldn't happen again. With an annoyed flex of his rough hands he walked to the staircase that led to the cabin of the vessel. For others, the captain's cabin was the ideal place to settle with it being on sea level and blessed with a beautiful view of the horizon. Which was precisely why Corentin didn't stay in it. It was far too exposed to the threat of canons and guns, he would rather live than enjoy some colors in the sky as the sun set and rose. Instead he stayed in a fairly small cabin hunkered down in the hull where there is one small window that only permits him to see whether it is night or day through the water. Upon entering his room he sat in the chair of the simple desk that was placed along one of the walls. He began working on a stack of papers, reading over offers and deals of people that were desperate to get even a fraction of his riches. The soft sound of footsteps caught his attention for a moment over the low hum of the engine but he brushed it off as one of his men busying himself in fear that if he was caught slacking, he as well would be tossed overboard like the previous man.