<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/64/0c/e2640cf973ac6b6a975a3eef4b02b138.jpg)</div><strong>Meera Shatterstar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627319#msg14627319)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12 / 27<strong>Armor Class:</strong>17<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>13<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129501)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +5; Ref +3; Will +1<br/><strong>Raging:</strong>No<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>10 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ok, so...not being the First Mate stung. It did, honestly; she'd wanted that fuckin' position, and now she was gonna be under<em>Seak</em>of all people? And sorry, wait a fuckin' sec, she was being told "No using violence to get people t' respect y'" and yet the Cap'n chose<em>Seak,</em>whose<em>first unprovoked argument</em>had been a fuckin' slap? Well, either Rovana was bullshittin, or she was more drunk than Meera thought. Of course, she wasn't about to sulk over it - she was a grown ass woman, and sometimes shit didn't go her way; it happened, and there was no point stomping y'r feet over it and getting pissy. That's what Colette had done, after all, and nobody had changed their minds or thought better of her for it. No, what was<em>galling</em>was that she'd stood there for the last five fuckin' minutes and been groped, slapped (twice), threatened, somebody had tried to shoot her and had<em>then</em>actually fucking tried to punch her, and nope, no, that was aaaaall fine and dandy. But the second she raised her hand in retaliation, oh, she was "too easily provoked?!" What the fucking hell kinda bullshit was that?! She thought she'd been pretty damn restrained considerin!<br/><br/>She gave a deep scoff, glaring at Seak balefully.<strong>"Yeah, le's just forget the part where she tried t' shoot me, eh? 'Cause tha's perf'ctly acceptable wit' the code."</strong>She snorted, sliding her axe back into its sheathe over her shoulder, rolling her arms slowly to stretch them out a little.<strong>"Y' slap m' again-"</strong><em>Without my consent,</em>she added silently,<strong>"-y're goin' overboard. 'N the next one'a y's who tries t' fucking shoot or stab me joins em, absent the hand that tried."</strong>She shrugged a little, shaking her blonde hair out and over her back, turning to approach the rigging, frowning a little. She plucked a wayward belt knife from the top of a nearby barrel, stooping over Naomi, giving her a sly, wry little wink.<strong>"Y' caused 's all a lotta trouble, lass. Be more careful next time, eh? Or it won' be th' <em>riggings</em> ropes y' find y'self tied up in."</strong>She did, after all, have some rope in her pack. She chuckled at the thought, in the meanwhile, using the knife to carefully cut away Naomi's top...whilst following the Cap'n's example and "accidentally" pulling on a rope that had lashed itself around Naomi's breast, causing it to squeeze and constrict, pushing her breast up...and grinding the nipple within her clothing on another coil of rope that had looped itself over the front of her chest. They'd get her out...but not before some fun, it seemed.