Kimberly
```no aesthetic for now cuz im a lazy fuck```

An adventure can have its own denouement. 

As for Anastacia, it had been abruptly cut off before it even started. 

Not a single seafarer is unaware of the old tale, about a siren that soared the seven seas with her brazen fists, side by side with her crew. 

Which led to a tragic end by the siren's downfall. She, who led these adventurers, doomed their names along with her sunken ship. 

Rumors blitzed into a wildfire of contempt looks, the target no other than the branded failures from a captain who couldn't land amongst the stars. At that instance of disbanding, the fiery vibrance crowned upon her visage extinguished along with her existence. Not even a trail of cinder has been left behind upon the witch's disappearance. 

Like a sunken ship, that can no longer be reached from the shallow waters.

Hundreds of scorching dawns and quiet evenings had passed since then. .

`"What."` A sharp exhale of disbelief, bulging eyes in swirling red glared daggers down at the trembling street food vendor. 

`"—the spiced pepper grilled squid skewers were faced out 7 months ago?!"` The disappointment surfaced as pink dusts on her cheeks, whilst her nose twitched from the stench of burnt braised pork and horrid seafood goop being previously offered to her. The urge to cradle her flushed face into her palms wretched her guts. 

Seven months had passed by since the last time she had stepped afoot by the streets and corners of Kazumaki. The same shades of sun-kissed ports and old-fashioned food stalls flaunted its perseverance as if the hour glass never ran out of sand. Anastacia would've been brimming with nostalgia by now, to recall those ephemeral memories wherein the harsh waves tumbled her footing on a half-baked ship—if only those squid skewers were still around. 

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While the street food vendor rambled to no ends in feeble attempt to compromise with Anastacia's inattentive mind, the hot-headed threw her fists down with a 'BANG!' on the griller, uncaring by the charcoal flames which seared her fists. 

Audible gasps were heard from prying eyes, whilst the vendor's jaw dropped on the ground in disbelief. 

Not a wisp from her ferocity has been detected since her disappearance. . Until today.
Seth
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 traveler with no face has in return *A million*.

With no vestige left in the world, Maverick relied purely on travelling the world. Unfortunately, by foot, it seemed. Though does it really matter to a man that has nothing left to lose? Nothing left remaining to look back to? He could only look forward to the future, the vast expanse of universe filled with knowledge. Having already explored countless locations before to learn about its history and science, Maverick has decided to come back to Kazumaki. A land filled with ocean that has started to explore a new era of science, harnessing the power of electricity.

Roaming the streets of Kazumaki, Maverick was planning to meet a couple of old acquaintances in Kazumaki unannounced. People that he deemed intelligent enough to work with during his past visits here. If they were still alive at least.
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`"Maybe I should ask around for them, who knows if they live elsewhere now"`
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There was no doubt that Maverick would catch the eyes of a couple of people, seeing as he doesn't really look like a sailor or pirate to them. A sharp gaze coming from his eyes, knowing that people are watching him. Even if you have no conflict with anybody, people still try to drag you down for their personal reasons.

Not so far from where he was standing, he would notice a woman brimming up with a sudden anger. Perhaps was she mad about the fact that there wasn't something on the menu considering how she's standing in front of a food vendor? Or was it that the food was not to her liking? Well, it didn't necessarily matter to him what the situation was. Just when he looked away, an abrupt 'BANG' came from her location as he caught a glimpse of her face. 
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`"Wait, is that...?"`
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Having somewhat recognized her from one of those old tales that he used to hear around Kazumaki, was she really trying to grab the attention of all people, even though out of emotion, clearly knowing who she was? If Maverick's suspicions were correct, than this could lead to a lot of trouble for her if anybody else were to recognize her. Though that possibility is extremely low considering the traces left by the remaining pirates are close to none. 
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Even if it's an old tale, their tale is still remembered. There is no doubt about it that people may still have grudges against the siren pirate and those connected to it. If Maverick were to intervene accordingly, the situation may change while the people nearby are still in a short state of shock.
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"Please excuse my friend over here, she's been looking forward to some of the things ever since she left Kazumaki."
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Having quickly moved over to the woman, he cloaked her presence by catching the attention of the crowd through a method he learned from performers back in Celestia. With a careful hand hovering right above her shoulder, seemingly almost touching. He flicked a silver coin with his other hand towards the food vendor to make up for the commotion. 
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*"If you mind, may I have a word with you? I'm curious about something regarding your... Tastes."*
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A composed look came from him as he looked at her, showing no clear signs of hostility. He waited for her response as he already searched for a couple of 'escape' routes they could follow through his senses.

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Kimberly
By the joy of the spectators, the piping hot metallic grids of the griller were surely to leave hefty marks, scars that can crumble down the street food vendor's business to waste, words twisted to falsify how hazardous and poor the management was. To Anastacia, she just wanted her fucking food. 

*And maybe escalate the situation to more unfavorable means. .*

The low rumble in her guts left a grumble past her gritted teeth, being reminded of the void yet to fill. `"You could consider your early retirement if only monkeys could cook."` Her voice raised in a taunt, fists dusted by charcoal ashes while sprouts of fire began to engulf her fingers. The averting eyes of the vendor flickered back and forth out of panic with quivering lips and eyes that threatened to spill humiliated tears. 

And whatever mundane insult meant to be spat was hushed down by a figure that stepped in. In many ways it was easy to escalate the situation, it was somehow a piece of cake for this stranger to also diffuse. Anastacia can't deny her curiosity to this person as well. 

`"Huh? Friend?"` Murmured the hot-headed in disbelief as for a moment, did she expect to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Maybe someone from the fallen crew? A moment of high hopes, and a moment of dismay. None of his features, neither his voice or manners, ring a bell to her. 

*But did he catch her attention? Absolutely.*

`"No. If it ain't obvious, I'm dying from starvation here."`

Said she, flat out in the most disinterested tone known by many, as if Anastacia wasn't intrigued in the first place. Yet the hot-headed's firm gaze, how it pressed to absorb every detail of his face, contradicted that stumped tone. 

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There goes a second of silence. A second of her feet shuffling one weight to another as she re-evaluated her decisions, shifting the response to the other direction. The frown twisted somewhere in a coy of an expression as she tried to brush off his hand hovering atop her shoulder. Her body turned sideways and moved on with a foot forward, disregarding whether the man had plans or not on where to go. To which direction her foot pointed at, was to where there will be going. 

`"Just make it quick– I got no idea who you are or what your business is, so you better make this worthwhile."`

Feet traced back to the distant hum of the sea, weight of a foot brushed against the ground which matched the heart beat of the crashing tidal waves. Following where her heart leads her to, to the shore, beyond the saltwater over the horizon. The way her gaze lingers long on the sea, longing for the thrill that had been lost several months ago.
Seth
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A look of confusion followed by dismay on her face and afterwards, trying to keep her cool? Having earned a changed of mind from her, he should make it worth while. Who knows when he'll meet such a figure in his life again?

"Don't worry, this won't take too long. Otherwise I'll treat you to something if it does take too much of your time."

Maverick followed swiftly after her, suspicions partially confirmed seeing as to how she is fine after having her fist against literal hot iron. He guessed he should genuinely treat her to something to eat after she just mentioned that she was clearly hungry.

After arriving at a quieter place, with less eyes at least, he stopped her. Just what was her goal for coming back to Kazumaki despite being on a possible head list. He couldn't quite wrap his head it, the fact that she's here despite the risk of death caused from her past connections. Was she here to meet someone? That might be possible considering the people still don't know the whereabouts of the fallen crew. Well, there's no use thinking about it further considering one of the *Possible* Crew members.

"Now then, let me be clear, I mean no danger to you. Just let me ask you one thing, *Are you a part of the pirate crew, the one with the fallen siren pirate?*"

His gaze sharpened when looking at her in the eyes, wondering how she would react. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary if she suddenly attacked him or started fleeing in response to the question. She is in enemy territory after all, for her at least. And maybe her crew.

"And I've also heard that in that crew, there was a *Witch*. Though I'm not pointing any fingers, even if you were to be the witch, I wouldn't personally do anything. I don't follow the customs here in Kazumaki after all." 

He was fully prepared to take whatever attack she may throw at him in response. Though would that be wise considering the circumstances she's currently in? Nonetheless, he wouldn't do something petty as snitching on her just because she could possibly be a witch.
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