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Wild Cat Aimee
Legacy Name: Wild Cat Aimee

The Blacklight Celinox
Owner: Seiryuu

Age: 13 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: November 26th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: November 26th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 12
   
• Strength: 30
   
• Defense: 21
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 9
   
• HP: 9/9
   
• Intelligence: 25
   
• Books Read: 25
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Powder Monkey

The young woman leans back, eyes blurry with sleep, a steaming mug of coffee clasped in her hands. She had ordered it black in a voice that was raspy and promising violence to anyone who dared speak to her before the first sip was past her lips.

Her eyes flutter in sheer ecstasy when she takes the first draw from her drug of choice. She leans over and scoops a little white ball of fluff off the floor, depositing it in her lap. A double take reveals the puffball as a dog and it settles in as she takes a larger, more determined sip of her coffee.

“You wanted to know how I met the Captain?” she eventually says, her voice a little smoother than before. Aimee groans lightly and covers her eyes with an arm. “Good Lord, what a night,” she murmurs before rubbing her temples and slouching in the chair.

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you, especially since you bought my breakfast.” She tips her mug slightly, clearing her throat to continue.

“It was a pretty normal night. A little chilly for an evening at the start of autumn, but you know how that goes. It was cold enough to see your breath. I think the moon was full. It might have been only half, though. I don’t remember, but I do know that it was bright that night. Clear as crystal and bright as day.”

She takes a small sip and licks her lips. “It was a normal day at the pub. That’s where I worked as a server. Yeah, it wasn’t that glamorous, and I was losing my patience with it fast. Every time I was grabbed, every jibe and catcall was slowly grating on my nerves. That night was particularly bad.

“We had a pirate ship in port, and they had been terrorizing our coast for a long ass time. Now that I think about it, they were probably the reason Meeca was there. So, these crooks expected everything brought to them on a silver platter and for free. Something to do with “protecting our precious coastline from other murderous pirates” they said.

“So, in waltzes Meeca, full of piss and vinegar and fresh into a life of pirating. I didn’t know that at the time. She goes and sits at the bar with this smoking hot guy in tow. That was Xian and he didn’t look so pleased to be there. He was most likely the reason Meeca was mostly ignored by the scum in the pub. He spent most of their time there argue whispering at her. I don’t think the Captain heard a word of it.”

She pauses as a stern looking man with raven black hair whispers in her ear. She nods and he leaves her to finish her tale. Tipping her cup back, she catches every last drop of coffee on her outstretched tongue. “Looks like I’ll have to speed this up a bit. Ryou just informed me of our near immediate departure.”

“Anyways, so there I was, serving these sleaze balls and getting angrier as the night wore on. Eventually, their greasy captain gets tired of copping a feel and pulls me into his lap. That was what broke me, I think. Him with his filthy paws sneaking up my shirt,” she says with a look of pure disgust plastered on her face.

“And then up walks the Captain and slugs him in the face. Out of freaking nowhere, she just nails this guy. Well, there’s this moment of shocked silence before every pirate is out of his chair and gunning for this tiny blonde.

“This was where I got all righteous fury. I mean, it was basically me she was championing, and I couldn’t just let her take all the heat. So, I pulled out ol’ truth” she raises her left fist, “and justice,” and kisses her right.

“Meeca had her sword out and was swinging it like she knew what was what. She killed five of the bastards before I had knocked out one confused opponent. We worked wonderfully in tandem, like we knew each other’s minds or something.

“I think at some point I looked for Xian and saw him standing off to the side with his head in his hands. He didn’t help us at all. Lazy jerk. Turns out, though, that him not being involved was better for the Captain and I.

“Of course, that was the moment that the marines finally showed up on the scene. Took one look at our blood covered asses and hauled Meeca and I down to the local jail. The rest of the pirates were rounded up and hung, but that’s beside the point.

“We chatted quite a lot in our little six-by-eight and once her first mate got enough money to get her out, she sent him right back out to get enough for both of us.”

She pauses and sniggers. “I bet it just haunts those poor marines who let ‘The World’s Most Wanted Captain’ out on bail.”

“So, I followed her and found out a few things about myself. First, my aim with the cannons is bar none. Second, if a cannon is not available, I seem to be astoundingly accurate with bombs. Third, I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the word than with this ridiculous crew.”

She stands, one hand cradling the small dog to her chest. She bends over and grabs a barely touched mug of coffee from the table and strolls to the exit. “And that’s how I met her. Thanks for the coffee.”

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