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/ ABILITIES AND POWERS (muse going crazy). thinking about her abilities and combat skills. what makes narissa different from let’s say calypso under alias tia dalma is that narissa has power to control the sea from land. since calypso’s rule of the seas was stripped away this means (i’m assuming) that she had no physical control over the water or the storms or anything while bound to human form- although they continued to persist (storms rough waters etc) they were not a direct cause of her power. narissa is able to bend the tide to her will, cause hurricanes / storms and manipulate lighting. narissa is the bringer of sea to land and the bringer of land to sea. what makes her different especially in the context of potc is that she can do all of these things while in a human body. all of this is naturally built inside of her. fun fact: her reputation as ‘the tempest’ is centered around these abilities as well as her reputation of being quick and sharp- like the wind, like a tempest. 
          
          • a majority of narissa’s abilities are powered by her emotions, which is why her storms tend to be violent and tumultuous. extremely windy and wild. she goes through these phases where she gets deep into her emotions, she acts out, she wants to create chaos, she craves violence. during those phases is when she is at her most impulsive state and she has a tendency to get into unnecessary trouble to relieve herself of what she feels inside- and oftentimes she can’t explain why she feels it. when these phases cease or calm, she does as well. it fluctuates all the time and when she feels it coming on instead of fighting it she goes with it (which can either be a good or bad thing)  

/ it’s late but i’m thinking about how gruelling existence can be for narissa, bearing the blood of both god and man, being a product of a love that was damned from the beginning and frankly what never should have been (yet was). thinking about how calypso is the sea, ever changing and transformative and fickle. binding the enormity of her spirit to a single body really meant damning her to a life of imprisonment, unable to become the sea, to be one with it, and what must’ve made this even more tormenting for her was the fact that she /knew/ what it felt like to be bodiless and free from constriction. what makes narissa different is she doesn’t know that feeling and never will know. she has an inability to be released since the body she is in was hers to begin with and she is unable to take form in anything else other than herself because of her humanness. imagine having (and feeling) the intensity of two emotional capacities, one being that of a sea goddess who is unpredictable and wrathful and a human whose wants and desires could drive them to madness, to do unthinkable things to themselves and ones they love as a response to pain. narissa constantly plays tug of war with herself and the way she responds to situations, having tendencies of both natures and although these natures can be similar at times there is still a difference in what they make her feel. all of this happens within her, internally, and sometimes she wishes she could tear off her skin and crawl out of herself to see if it would feel any better which eerily paralells with jones’ reason to cut out his own heart-the pain being too much to live with, the terrible consequence of grief and guilt. narissa fluctuates from enjoying herself and enjoying the skin she is in to being absolutely disgusted by it and what she is. 

[I] Time moves slow, runs a cruel corse of eternal longing. The wielder of a blade strung across the throat of the wounded, a moving edge against the soft flesh of THE
          ONE YOU LEFT BEHIND. THE SCREAM TO REMEMBER, THE ONE THAT TORE THROUGH THE OPEN SEA AND LANDED UPON EARS UNLIKE NO OTHER. Twenty seven moons and THE DEVIL and spent them all searching every corner of the forsaken see, hell bent on finding HER-A mystery unlike no other. SHE who heard her scream and ignored the air that was still escaping her lungs.
          
          —
          
          THE HIGH CLIFFS OF REGALIA LAY STEADY AMONGST THE COMING STORM, wind tearing at the stone walls leaving its scratches behind as a warning. THE HORIZON IS BLACKENING IN THE DISTANCE, accompanied by the rumbling of distant skies. Destruction is coming closer and she felt it long before feet set out on her soil. Obsession is an ugly thing, and it takes refuge in of desolation. It crawls from her stomach, sinking its filthy claws into her lungs, into her throat as it climbs, one jagged reach at a time. Climbs up until it finds its escape through her mouth, spilling onto the floor and watches as it scatters, a million needles seeking its way back inside MINAVERA'S BODY. It stirs as the being ventures closer, entering the halls that live by themselves, that breathe from the lungs that have gasped for the last time, that track ones every little movement. [I found YOU, tempest. ]

“ I HAVE EVERY BELIEF IN THE PRESUMPTION that you are exuberantly and considerably more well informed on the subject than i am, love. ” VOICE ALTERS IN PECULIAR INTERVALS, almost as variable and UNPREDICTABLE as HE is. there is a SPARK in his eyes, one so WILD with the desire to fly away from those what wish to SQUANDER his ever pursuing FREEDOM. ( FLY, FLY, AWAY )
          
          “ so, tell me.. ” he TARRIES, offering his signature grin, accompanied with a flash of gold teeth and the reckless NATURE behind it. grin FALLS within a moment, eyes narrowing as he prepares to enunciate his next words carefully. he is DRIVEN by INTUITION ( AND PERHAPS, A FOREBODING CONCERN ). as one would say, KNOWLEDGE precedes NEGOTIATION, and so his WANT becomes a NEED...
          
          “ what do you know of CAPTAIN SANTOS? ”

“ LADY NARISSA, IT’S A PLEASURE, ” THE PICTURE OF NOBILITY STANDS BEFORE AN AUDIENCE, PRECISE AND POLISHED, TRIMMED TO ITS CORE. tone is as grand as her prescinde, and she dons a REGAL ensemble, a gown of brilliant rose, complete with the likes of jewelry that befits her status. a QUEEN in every sense of the word. and as the face of the spanish realm, she must keep a vigilant eye on any disruptive activity, whether it be LAND or SEA. a welcoming smile adorns her lips, a conductor of business in itself, and a hope that this conversation is to go as planned. 
          
          HER ADVISORS FLANK HER LEFT AND RIGHT, and prior had expressed utmost DISTASTE, thought it UNWISE to tamper with piratical affairs, as much as those affairs hinder their OWN. but action must be taken, and quickly, thus why she’s called for the services of one completely familiar with the seas. she is a figure of PRIMACY, and as she looks upon the one named NARISSA, for unknown reasons she fears she cannot look away. “ you understand as to why i’ve summoned this meeting? ” her gaze persists, along with a slight nod of her head. “ the CAUSE for discussion? ”

[  PART TWO  ] 
          
          ❛  . . .  many a sailor is claimed by de sea, when de tides are rough an’ de wind is harsh. you were fortunate t’ ‘ave come across me, an’ ‘tis only fair t’ tell me where you were headed in de firs’ place.  ❜ 
          
          

(  *  @tvintedrvge 
          
          NOR MINE —  SHE CONTEMPLATES TO REMARK, lips pulling into something befouled and urging, yet RESISTANT whilst tongue abstains, buries it deep within the pit of her throat . . .  
          
          ❛   yuh mus’ ‘ave given her a reason to consider you a FOE. but den again, our expectations mean NOTHING to a GOD.  ❜ 
          
          she CHOKES upon its bitterness nonetheless. CALYPSO, the queen bound by the brethren court, has finally returned to her vast expanse of freedom, leaving everything and everyone behind — AND THAT IS WHERE SHE TASTES THE BITTERNESS, LIKE SALT. it is selfish of her, yes, SO VERY SELFISH, to want so badly to GRASP what she can no longer HOLD, to TOUCH what she can no longer FEEL . . . it stings that her mother LEFT HER ( BUT YOU LEFT HER FIRST ). 
          
          amusement dies, and with an electric leer she strikes down the heavens from their cobalt skies and turns them to dust. ❛  DON’T fall behind, / costia /.  ❜  storm incarnate paces into the island’s green, brushing aside wild leaves with each erratic turn. LEFT, RIGHT, RIGHT, LEFT and so forth. then, FINALLY, she discontinues the infinite venture at the last opening of fronds and gestures towards a place to sit. wordlessly, digits sift through odd trinkets and foreign jars of herbs in a small pile against the ground. once she gathers all components necessary for the healing remedy, her attention returns to the wounded. 
          
          ❛  dis will help, as long as yuh don’t touch it.  ❜   a viscid substance is spread along the tears of flesh with adept fingertips, and a memory overwhelms her. she is back in the bayou, inside a humble shack where candles sit idly among strange treasures and / SHE / fills the room with her beautiful presence, and her melodic voice, and her soft TOUCH. but it slips away like sand, and reality forces her to converse once more. 

(  *  @tvintedrvge 
          
          SHE REMAINS HIDDEN AMONG a group of palms, with their crowns of evergreen and unbranched trunks. for years, this isolated spit of land was IMPOSSIBLE to find, and had only been welcome to its first discoverer. long ago, she had found refuge in the sweltering caribbean heat, in the white blazing sands, in the profoundness of being ALONE but never LONELY. this was her DOMAIN, her SANCTUARY, and now its covertness is NO
          MORE following the arrival of a frenzied NEWCOMER. 
          
          SHOW HERSELF, SHE / WILL / : out of the thick, and tropical leaves, her presence lingers in the air, and in sight. DANGEROUSLY CLOSE. contrary to past assumptions, the woman before her DOES exude a certain AURA. one that SHE too possesses, strangely enough, and one that she is UNAFRAID of. 
          
          '  i don’t know what is more foolish. you not knowin’ / HOW / to escape dis island, or you THREATENING yuh only chance of doin’ so.  '  with an exchange of sharp ceruleans, fingers dismissively push aside the tip of an unsheathed blade. then,  downcast stare gravitates towards the other’s wounds. to unknowing eyes, this island would appear to be BLEAK of anything medicinal, but to ones of experience, it was LUSH in that sense. 
          
          '  those will be INFECTED soon, an’ widout proper treatment they will  worsen. considerin’ how long yuh’ve been here i would say it will only be a few hours ‘till yuh DIE. but, since i know not of WHO you are or HOW yuh’ve stumbled 'pon dis place ... ’tis not my problem.  '  lips are coaxed by amusement rising to the forefront, tugging them upward into a crooked grin.  
          
          '  UNLESS...  '  
          
          

/  omg ilysm but can we just appreciate the fact that narissa was like “ lol why tf are you even here this is a pirate free zone " and then proceeds to help her out 

*  ◟ ⚔︎.◝   ›  @halfdrowned 
          
          '  THALIA STORME mus’ be a / pirate / den.  '  REMARK LEAVES THE confines of lips as a subtle jab to the other’s bluff, before destroying it all together with a single strike.  '  because / only / a PIRATE would be such de fool t’ roam in an area infested wid guards an’ servers of de crown. '  
          
          despite the harshness of her words, the situation in its entirety sparks an enjoyable level of amusement. for she too despised authority, despised their righteousness and painful lack of understanding. the only comparison that can be drawn between her and a pirate, is that they both desire FREEDOM above all else. 
          
          assisting the other in a timely  escape was far from the original plan, though, she simply cannot allow the guards to earn yet another victory. THERE WOULD BE NO FUN IN THAT.  
          
          peripheral vision captures the sight of four men clad in uniform, and now she is entirely committed.  '  not so clever after all . . . COME.  '  this is far from new to her, PLANNING AN EXIT ROUTE — but like all things, it would not be so SIMPLE