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[Lian Cleery]

"KIDS!"

The familiar shout of Lian Cortes at the bottom of the stairs roused four of five children remaining at the Cortes-Dracel family house. This had been a plan that Lian had been working in secret while Darcie was off working on Duelling and whatever other plans to rule the world that Darcie usually worked on while Lian was penning her latest novel. The trot of Aurora Kienna, Cassandra, Christian and Morrigan had been sonorous around the house... see Darcie was off at work, so this meant Lian could employ this crew of yellow bellies to work! "First mate Brenda, are ye ready?" Lian spoke with a hint of something in her voice. But since when does Lian Cortes speak in Pirate Speech!? "Aye Lass! The Narci Marie is ready to set sail!" Once Brenda was gone from the living area, Lian saw all four children lined up. With Sebastian back in Durmstrang, it meant they had time before everyone was off back doing whatever it is they did for a living. Oh yes, study. Anyway! "AHOY MATEYS!" Lian greeted them excitedly, gaining an eye-roll from Morrigan. Nevermind that eye-roll.

"Mommy Narci has been having a bad case of cabin fever, aye. So as a good wife...and mommy, I figured we all need a vacation. So Grandma Brenda and I have been working on a surprise for the entire family!" Lian paused, balancing on the balls of her feet, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Lets go outside..." Lian adds as an afterthought, leading the kids outside. Kienna's eyes bulge out, upon seeing the very...very large boat docked out of the house. Good thing Muggles can't find the house or see the mother of all freaking boats... but this isn't a boat it's...

"MOMMY THIS IS A PIRATE SHIP!" - Kienna loudly added while Cassandra and Christian, the youngest of the bunch, ran up to the giant ship and ooh'ed and ahh'ed the latest addition to the family. "Indeed it is. Brenda!" She called First Mate Brenda, who descended from the ship at a speed that would make you wonder if the Cleery Matriarch was almost too sprightly for an eighty year old woman. As Brenda grabbed Cassandra and Christian, Lian took a hold of Morgi and Kienna, leading them into the ship. After instructing Brenda to keep the children quiet, Lian took a moment to disapparate from the house. See, Darcie would be in greater London, organizing a charity duelling event for some thing or another. Not that Lian paid attention to the million or other events that Darcie was constantly in charge of.

Who knew a woman who could barely brew tea, be barking orders off to some idiots. But hey, don't even tell Darcie Dracel that she's a leader, she'll probably insult you for considering her of such Gryffindorian traits. But you know what they say, once you go Gryffindor you don't go back... or some other weirdly altered muggle saying. Showing up in the building made a few of Darcie's "minions" back away fully. Lian mutters a good day and heads on down to the further end, where the platforms of the event centre were located. It is where she could find Darcie, probably testing out how many spells they could take before splintering. Taking her wand, Lian perfomed the Sparkler Spell, hitting the platform. Come on wifey, notice your favorite Bunny wearing a freaking pirate patch over her eye...

[Darcie Dracel]

Who knew that a woman who could barely brew tea could brew up a something successful? After hanging up world domination, Darcie hung up her emerald pea coat on the floating antler rack, grabbed her coffee from her panicked assistant on her strut to the stage. Happily married to a goddess of the universe, the Vixen still snaked her eyes up and down and all around her line of male models getting dressed in a new line of fashion dueling wear in preparation for a show. Her tall dark and handsomes were clad in reds and golds while her blonde built hunks sported blues and bronzes. Whipping her wand from her jeans’ pocket she swept over her models, clipping loose threads here and ruffling heads there to give them duel-hair. Her assistant fretfully taking notes behind her.

Shooting up a flare, she snatched everyone’s attention. “Just a bit of housekeeping!” A snicker resorted in a zap to a model’s bum before carrying on. “Remember to practice the bloody spells I taught you to cast throughout the show. And bleeding remember that those of you not casting dueling spells should be concentrating on your audience protection charms. All Mungo bills come for your paychecks. Rock n’ Roll my lov…” A few of the models shifted their gaze and jumped startled at sudden shower of sparks “lies…” Darcie finished off as she shooed the crowd away and turned to chew out her interruption.

…or rather lovingly chew on her interruption.

“Musey,” Darcie purred at her better half, pocketing her wand, and nearly skipped the few metres to her wife’s personal space. “I’ve not hurt anyone I promise.” Circling her arms about Lian’s neck, Darcie swayed into her with comfortable ease. “Although,” her voice took a turn toward darkness as she eyeballed the eye patch. “If someone hurt you…even if it was one of those bratty children of ours…” Lifting a hand to peel off the patch to see the damage, Darcie was struck curious with the perfection of that violet eye. “But…” The younger was stumped and not liking it one bit. Her eyes narrowed as her brain processed the reason for an eyepatch. Honestly, she’d not seen it since Hallo…ween…

“Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure, Pirate Musey…”

This post has been edited by Darcie Dracel: Oct 27 2012, 11:13 PM

[Lian Cleery]

"The pleasure is that I have a surprise for you..." Lian commenced, grinning widely as she noticed the array of people staring. She slammed her foot down, the echoing sending the models away. She would certainly have a talk with her wife about surrounding herself with eye candy and not extending an invite. Oblivious to the happenings of the world around them, Lian quietly pocketed her wand away with a smirk. Lian adjusted the pirate patch and opened her cloak, revealing the pirate suit underneath. It was a beautiful new suit in dark rich purple with golden trims - accompanied by black leather boots with a golden line coming down the outside flanks of it. It was almost royal-like, almost a buccaneers suit. It didn't matter, seeing it served it's purpose and it was likely to stun the beauty ahead of her. Lian then closed her cloak, giggling.

Yes, she giggled.

Her head came close to Darcie's, a kiss pressed to the woman's cheek and a low hiss to the ear. "Aye, this Cap'n is in need of a Pirate Wench to sail the seven seas with, say no and ye'll be keelhauled..." Not that she would actually keelhaul her wife, that'd be a crime. Unless by keelhauling, you mean Side Along Apparition dragging her wife back home to pack and get into her Pirate Wench suit and head off on an adventure. "Me crew is no taller than than yer thigh, but they be ready to go a-sailin' and it'd be a tragedy if such beautiful maid would miss on the treasures of a well needed sabbatical." There was a series of undertones to her voice, namely as she eyed a model with disgust. It's not that she loathed men, don't think it wrong - but that arse best keep his grubby hands away from her wife.

Lian placed a hand over Darcie's hip, casually moving back from her ear and giving her one of those 'join me' looks they shared more often than not. Or rather, when Lian reaaaaaally wanted something. Plus, no work and no play makes the pyromaniac a danger to herself!

[Darcie Dracel]

“Lucky for you I only appreciate surprises of your doing,” Darcie remarked as her brain began to whirl about with possibilities. Were they going to go undercover in another one of those muggle Caribbean films as extras on set? A rum tour in Puerto Rico? Models were scurrying about behind her, but the only outfit she was eyeballing, absorbing every detail, was the intricate violet wear her wife had adorned under that cloak. Licking her lips, her brain struggled a bit to process where the hell they were about to travel. This little tease was off-balancing, her sea-legs having said “see ya” at the whispered “Pirate Wench.” Oh this game was going to be fu…

“A crew no taller than my thigh?” An eyebrow got lost in her side swept bangs as she leaned backwards, pursed her lips and reviewed all the data presented. And similar to the sudden sting of a flesh-slicing spell, she knew what her wife had concocted. A grin cracked on her face as she took her wife’s head between her palms. “You didn’t?!” she may have squealed a little. “I love you!” With an added smush of lips to lips, Darcie got her enthusiastic point across. Craning her neck around, she yelled in the possible vicinity of her assistant. “CHASTITY! TAKING A VACAY SO DON’T BOTCH THIS AND CAUSE A MALAY OKAY?”

Not even bothering to hear the reply, Darcie poised herself wench-like on her wifey to prepare for apparition. No sooner had her booted feet met the backyard grass did she jog towards the plank, laughing as she spotted Brenda plopping tripoint hats onto the children. The Jolly Roger was hoisted along with the Union Jack. Once upon a time an image such as this resided only in the broken fragments of her mind when the idea of a ship on the seas was the only peace of mind in the darkness. Her fingers curled about the beautifully beaten wood of the rail as she tried to reconcile with herself why she could ever deserve such a loving family that would give her this memory to hold dear forever.

Shutting down the emotional ordeal before it moistened her face, Darcie stepped forward onto the deck of the ship, the twins barreling into her legs before they gathered speed and ran toward the bow. Morgi was attempting to talk her raven down from the crow’s nest and AK was at the wheel like she owned it. Nice try, AK. “Sooooo,” she drawled sexily as she turned to her captain ascending the plank onto the deck behind her. “What’s our heading, love?”