The Argo & Desolate Sands

[Apollymi]

The Argo is a ship which runs the deserts left behind in the wake of the rising of a certain kingdom. This place is desolate, full of monsters which fall from above and spawn naturally. The Argo is a ship, which is built with monster parts expanded through conquest and Captained by Jason Ancient Greek Hero turned Desert Pirate.

[Bloodedge]

To reach the City of Dis... was unbelievably impossible for anyone resembling a normal traveler. The desert leading to it was long, and littered with monstrous beasts both native, and descended from the realms higher in the sky than one's eyes could see. This day, however, a small group sought passage by way of a certain ship. Four people inhabited two self-drawn carriages. Upon the larger of these two was the former king of Zuria, Leorio, alongside the mage Nerys and Zuria's former queen, Kolin. The knight Lot rode upon the smaller carriage, watching the vessel adjacent to him along the way. "Are you done healing her yet? We have to meet with that damn desert rider, and the queen should be in prime condition!" Lot barked.

It seemed Leorio had nothing to say. He was quite concerned with his queen's wellbeing, but... at least most of those damn knights were gone. Perhaps he could now receive the attention he needed─ especially after chauffeuring her to the large ship ahead. Ah, what a vessel that was. Long, armed to the teeth including a mighty dragon-piercing spear under its mast, and brandishing a massive sail to accept the desert winds. There, was the group's goal... and atop that ship was yet another blonde male, muscular and clearly not afraid of flaunting it, given how the revealing nature of his ensemble rivaled that of Kolin herself. The entire front of his abdomen was exposed. Aside from a few armor pieces on his torso, he essentially wore an open, black leotard. This was Jason. The journeyman looked out across the blowing sands, seeing the approach of two carriages─ knowing that these could only be the people he'd been waiting for. Now then, where was this "queen" he'd heard so much about?

[Apollymi]

As they rode along, Nerys remained at the side of Kolin. She'd made the choice and at every turn she wondered if it was the right one. Her mind was repeatedly drawn back to the glowing intention in Merlyn's eyes when that woman had spoken. 'Sometimes living is worse than death...' a scoff. Surely, nothing that could happen between now and death could be considered worse than dying. There was little to be feared as long as one's life was intact. Such was the logic of a coward. Still there were few things she could do. Kolin, remained lying down clutching her side. Though the outer shell that was her body had been fixed, what was going on with it internally was far from ideal. In fact... Nerys looked to the knight known as Lot and sighed. Before instead speaking to Kolin, softly so as not to be overheard. "Do you wish them to know the truth of this?" she asked which only made Kolin scoff as she stared up at her. "Of fucking course you shouldn't tell them anything. Nerys you are absolutely useless..." she hissed, but it was just as low as Nerys' speech had been. Of course, Nerys sighed. This woman truly didn't know when to quit. She managed to be venomous literally to the person who was prolonging her existence. Most in her position would have been setting their affairs in order. She should have been freeing and comforting her Knights, not roaming towards some ship looking for crossing to the other side of the desert.

'Of course, this stupid bitch is blaming me. Literally, her entire body shattered and the only thing holding her together is spite. I put her body back as best as I could, but I can't fix the damage since it reached all the way to her fault in her diamond form,' thought Nerys. She considered all of this world she'd seen so far. She knew one thing as certainty. Nothing was going to save Kolin from breaking apart. She was bleeding internally, so much so that dark bruising covered much of her abdomen even after healing. In fact, it was so extensive that she barely imagined the woman wouldn't just die of an internal hemorrhage soon. "She is in the best condition she can be, Lot. That is all..." and indeed that would be all Nerys said. Kolin sat up, practically groaning, nothing was well. She reached up and moved her hair about, putting on her bravest face. Even so, she could feel herself bubbling within. She had to do something she had to begin to change ah, but she couldn't do just that huh? There were too many conditions at play for her to change now. She had to start this negotiation with the face she currently had. She needed to subdue this captain and then take the time necessary to change herself before this death became something too real. She could take that step and change faces, but... to do so now would lose her everything she'd already gained, and reveal too many secrets to the people she was around. She needed them to believe this was something she alone was capable of, so that they didn't get any dumb ideas about changing themselves and running off. They belonged to her, until she got rid of them after all. "All is well Lot. We can make haste and get across this godforsaken desert and make our way to my real seat of power."

[Bloodedge]

Kolin was as well as she could be? What sort of pitiful answer was that? This useless mage had a single job, and it was to ensure the queen's wellbeing without fail! For her to only manage this much of an answer, Lot could only consider her a waste of magical ability. Well, maybe things would be alright in the end. Maybe it was only a matter of time before Kolin was in top shape again. A 'humble' servant could only hope.

Whatever the case with Kolin may have been, she was at least capable of lifting herself. Her words were reassuring enough that Lot accepted them with a bow. Shortly after, Leorio's chariots lifted the group into the air, where they hovered over the Argo. Jason, casual as he was, waved them down without a word. Leorio took this opportunity to descend, landing both chariots atop the ship's hull while Jason stood nearby.

"The blonde one, right? You're the one I'm supposed to be doing business with?" Jason asked rhetorically. The Argo's captain unabashedly appraised the supposed queen. Yes, the description he'd been given upon demanding it was just about right. However... "Damn shame. Those guys of yours, they never put 'bimbo bombshell' in the description when I asked them so nicely for something accurate. So, what? You wanna get through this desert; what's your offer? Transport don't come cheap, little lady."

[Apollymi]

'This idiot is also blaming me. Knights are the sword and shield of their patrons. I didn't see him jumping in to take a fully expanded blast from Excalibur. Why did I choose this?' the mage asked herself... and the answer was simple. Nerys was a coward and thought the likelihood of her death at the hands of Guin and Elyan were too high to risk. She was selfish with her own body and wished only too keep living in solitude. She wished to return to her deep enchanted tower and study. She wanted to know the mysteries this world gave so she could exploit them to go back to a lifestyle she was more accustom to. Working as a mage, in a kingdom to help raise the magics of a prince and princess. Those lives or rather the life of one spoiled and exceptional... that was what Nerys was used to, the culture shock of starting from the bottom of this world wasn't one which she found pleasant and as such she'd tried to cut a few corners. Those corners led to the fall of the former Queen and King. It'd been Nerys that found out about the Executioner. It'd been Nerys who'd told Kolin how to connect with him... all on her search for immortality and a way to get rid of people. She never made such a contract herself, she was quite fearful of the consequences... but the mad queen had shown no issue. Nerys had expected the world to claim its toll long before now, but no... Kolin still lived and the Executioner was at her beck and call and for this Nerys could only blame herself. She'd wanted to rule Zuria but as its sovereign, and now... she was on her way to some terrible ship with terrible company all because she didn't want to die.

Kolin in the moment had pulled herself together. She still hadn't forgotten the words of Nerys. The kind of Queen she apparently wanted. How stupid. As they lowered onto the Argo, Kolin saw for the first time the man she assumed was Jason by the story-telling of Dagonet. Another name which made her mind sour. Either way, this man was exactly as described, blonde, muscular and absolutely disrespectful. A scoff left Kolin at his words to her. 'Bimbo Bombshell'? Was that supposed to be some kind of compliment? Of course, none of the men who were hers would ever say such a thing about her, they valued their lives. "No one would ever say anything so outright disrespectful. You'd do well to remember that..." Kolin said. She was still herself after all, and this man would behave as all men did in her presence. "And yes, you will be transporting us through the desert. The cost is worth the prize... the city on the other side is mine... I heard you enjoy what life has to offer, that place will have much. You will of course, be treated as a honored guest should we arrive safely but time is of the essence, we need to move. I don't expect one like you to deny such a thing..." Kolin's words were the same time she would have always spoken. She expected to be humored and didn't expect resistance. "Now where are my quarters... I require rest." She didn't require rest, she was literally dying. If she were being honest her vision was blurring and the whole of her body felt weak. Curse Nerys for only being able to patch her up this much, what did it matter that she was broken in her diamond form, she was still flesh and blood? Ah, but Kolin didn't really think of consequences as normal people did, and it was obvious that though she understood a great many things, the actual mechanics and physics of this world escaped her at least a little. Such was how they ended up with that problem with the sorceress Merlyn.

[Bloodedge]

No one would say anything so disrespectful, she said. Jason gazed upon the alleged queen with a raised brow, wondering who the absolute hell she actually thought she was. She wanted passage across this desert by the great hero, Jason, and she thought she would be the one treated respectfully? Did she believe he would just casually whisk her across the desert sands, risking his crewmen as a good deed to a woman he didn't know? Jason stared, his arms crossed and his lips curled into a grin. "You hear that, boys?! I will be transporting her queenliness through the desert! In exchange, I get to be treated as a guest in the whorehouse of a city this bitch has thrown together in the middle of our open road!" he announced to the working crew, sparking the laughter of many. Kolin truly didn't understand what sort of traveler she was dealing with, it seemed. She was so certain that he'd do as she wished, risking the life and limb of his own underlings for her gain... just to have access to that awful place? He'd seen the city of Dis numerous times along his travels; he wasn't concerned with having some runway treatment.

Ah, but the upstanding queen Kolin required rest! How very rude of Jason to speak so callously of her in her weary state. With a snicker, he beckoned for the queen to follow along into the hull. "C'mon. Boys, do what you want with anyone who thinks they're gonna follow. The queen here's gonna step into my office to talk business," he said, intending to lead the way into the ship's map room... which happened to double as the captain's office and occasional quarters.

[Apollymi]

Jason's words to his men were far from surprising at least for Nerys. She too would have laughed in the face of one who showed up to make claims like the ones Kolin made when demanding transport. This all could have gone smoothly. They likely should have paid for transport... made some kind of offer of peace, continued employment. Hell, men liked money and whores but that wasn't going to be enough to risk life and limb over. Ah, but Kolin didn't think about such things in any rational way. Nor did any of those who followed her same skewed logic. 'Add pissing off desert pirates to this dumb bitch's to-do list,' Nerys thought. Oh, she would shrink away again. Cowards were good at one thing above all others and that was preserving themselves. The woman known as Kolin wouldn't survive the day, but she was so intent on holding on to this false sense of power she had that it was almost laughable that she thought literally anyone would go along with what she wanted.

Kolin was hardly able to argue any points to make. If she would be allowed the rest she needed to reconstitute herself it wouldn't matter. Her next face would be fit for the next phase of her plan, so long as she crossed the desert nothing was askew. The only thing that had gone wrong in Zuria was a simple boy playing hero, and a dumb girl calling shots she didn't need to. They'd crossed her and they would pay. Just the same, right now she was being led off. It seemed this man was just as showy as she was... she supposed that didn't really matter. One had to keep up appearances for their people after all. In a closed room they could talk more frankly, perhaps. She was led off, giving a casual wave to those of her crew that were left. She'd fully intended to have many guards with her, enough knights to keep a ship full of men at bay, but all plans couldn't go forward smoothly she supposed. Improvising here and now was all that was important. She soon found herself in a map room her eyes barely keeping steady enough to not fall into something. Each step agonizing as she made her way. "What is it you wish to demand outside the eyes of your crew? I don't really have time to dance around..." Kolin was done. She truly needed to recover what she could. This form wouldn't last and she needed to create her next one... Jason, this man whoever he was could cross the desert but if that was all the usefulness of him then her offer should have been more than palatable. The greed of men knew no bounds and she was far from surprised he wished to have a private conversation after his opening comment. But... would she be able to make it through? She should have just given up Nerys as part of this deal... maybe she still would.

[Bloodedge]

Jason's map room was quite the visual display, if he were to say so himself. A full map of the desert had been laid out on the massive table within the room, featuring the large city of Dis at its center. Atop this map, there were numerous wood carvings of great beasts; these were merely the ones they knew of that were not yet slain, but there were quite a few dozen strewn about. Jason's desk was placed at the rear of the room, in front of a tinted window. Off to one side was a long bookshelf, and the other side contained a nook with a small bed tucked into it. Walking around the table, Jason took a seat at the desk. Interestingly enough, his chair was not a normal one... but more of a long couch stretching across that particular end of the room. He propped his feet up on the desk, slinging both arms over the back of the couch.

"Huh?" he questioned. What did he want to discuss away from his crew? Nothing at all. "I didn't do this shit for my guys. They know what I do. I was giving your guys a break from seeing you waddle around hopelessly, trying to get me to do anything but drop your tiny squad off in the mouth of the first Sand Wyrm we pass by. Anyway, let's see it. I know your type; you're only acting like everything's alright because you got pretty fucked up before you came here. That's why you've only got a few guys, right?" From what he'd been told, Jason was expecting a virtual army to step onto his ship. These few were weak, almost weaponless, and the queen meant to have such dignity barely made her way into the map room. His only question was, where were the injuries? While he waited, Jason pulled open his desk's top drawer to retrieve a small vial from it. It was his personal, emergency stash of a certain orange liquid─ some he could access without going through a series of locks and the like.

"Now, demands. You don't have time to dance around? Make time. Dance around, and maybe it'll be worth it for me to show a bitch like you some hospitality. The Argo is my ship; how long's it gonna be before you sing my song?"

[Apollymi]

Kolin was alone with this man, but still not very apt to show weakness. No, the more he spoke the less inclined she was to go along with what he wanted. Truly she had no idea what this man thought himself saying to her, but she was far from interested in what he thought he was saving her people from seeing. She was their Queen they wouldn't question her, even Nerys knew better than to do anything other than whatever she said. Still she had no intention of telling some random man that half of her men had turned against her, bewitched by some flat-chested wizard. Nor would she explain that a boy cosplaying as 'King Arthur' had decided to met out divine justice against her after she'd mistaken his intentions for taking her as his queen. None of these things... were logical to say to her, she would never see the wrong in her own actions, regardless of how they played out in front of her. Everything that occurred was his fault. "Those who are no longer in my presence don't deserve it anymore. It's hardly a thing I care to talk about. As for my injuries... I hardly find it appropriate to show them to a man I barely know," She spoke this way with an attitude that was quite haughty and all the while her entire body was burning up.

Even in flesh form she could still feel as if her body was hard diamond cracking with every movement. She hoped sincerely it wasn't possible for her flesh form to shatter like snowfall, but if it happened there was hardly anything to be done about it. This man claimed she needed to make time. He spoke to her as if he was calling the shots. Did that matter to Kolin? Not one bit. She didn't see reason, she didn't see caution. She wanted things her way and this man was sitting comfortably between her and her next form and her true Kingdom in Dis. "Dance around, for you? Sing your song? I will do no such thing. I am not some random whore or slut. I am what men want, not the other way around. Even one such as yourself should know where you stand in that regard. You'll see what I want you to see, if and when I feel like showing it, and be happy about it when it happens. Just like every other man to walk this planet!" And there it was Kolin could barely see, her body was internally bruised beyond conventional healing methods. She was dying. But she still had her tantrums and her pride. How she managed this, the world was unsure but in her own mind she had the right of this and it was this captain's job to do as he was told and get her where she needed to be. "If what you want is someone to do what you say for passage. I suggest you call that white haired mage Nerys in here. I doubt she'd do anything other than cower for you but that seems to be what you're looking for," that was her final say on this. She would do nothing. She'd die in this state hopefully after reaching their destination. She'd put the burden of this onto Nerys, surely since she couldn't heal her, she'd have no problem becoming the dumpster of this rowdy captain. And after he'd calmed down a bit, Kolin herself might allow him the pleasure of her, in her new form.

[Bloodedge]

"I didn't ask what you care to talk about, and I didn't ask whether you think it's alright to show me shit or not. You think it's fine to hitch a ride from a man you barely know, as well as his crew that you don't know at all, right? Obviously you know how to live a little." Jason had no intention of putting up with this wannabe queen's attitude. There was only one true end to this exchange, and the only question was how long it would take. Defiance seemed to be the blonde woman's main objective, though. She would not dance and sing? A likely story. In his hand, Jason held the answer to half of her current problem; it was certainly something she'd find herself needing soon. If not... perhaps he'd make it so.

Kolin was right in one regard: she was what men wanted. Though curvaceous figures were far from uncommon in this world, the perfect ratio she possessed was rare indeed. That, however, was precisely what made her a perfect fit... for being a whore. "What I want... isn't for someone to do as I say for passage. I'll take you up on your offer for that mage, though; the boys might like her too. That doesn't mean much of shit though, does it? Somebody else ain't gonna hold up an arrangement between you and me; that's for you to do. I'm being really nice here, so I'd suggest you shut your cocksucker, and open your ears." As he spoke, Jason brandished the vial of fluid he'd been twiddling between his fingers. The liquid within glowed with an ethereal light, showing some obvious signs of magical ability. Whatever that mage couldn't do, it certainly could. "Phoenix Tears. This is the kind of shit you pick up on an adventure like mine. Pretty good stuff, y'know? Could take someone from their death bed to the best shape they've ever been in, if they drink enough of it. Crazy shit, right? Mermaid Tears go to a wound, but this baby here is more like an instant cure-all potion. I was keen to give you some of this, buuuuut... you don't seem like you're willing to play nice~. Oh! Wait! I shouldn't have shown you this, huh? You'll probably do something stupid, like try to wrestle it from me or whatever dumb thought that little brain of yours can come up with!"

[Apollymi]

A frown crossed Kolin's face. In fact, the entirety of this conversation made her look perpetually discontent. She couldn't believe the audacity of this man. Did he realize what she was? Didn't he know he should be groveling and begging her attention? What did he think... that she would change and demean herself just because she was close to death? That was hardly something she'd do. She'd use every breath she had to kick, scream and argue about everything until it was her way. "A ride is one thing... if I hadn't sent my more capable people ahead I wouldn't even care to do this at all..." she said and she was quite firm about this. Getting across the desert with the large group had been a problem. Getting across it safely with a small group was bad particularly because those she had for combat weren't prepared to face big monsters. At this point they could move on but not properly.

Kolin winced falling forward, several copies upon several copies of the maps on this table wobbled in and out of her vision multiplied by a great number. She snapped her eyes shut and still heard the voice of this captain. He still spoke to her as if he thought he would get away with it. "It hardly matters who you stick your dick in so long as you're satisfied. She'll do whatever I say because I said it. And even if she doesn't I'm sure there are many among you who don't care so much how willing or unwilling said participant is. A deal between us was offered you're the one who has a problem accepting it. And I unlike most am completely of my word. I'd deal with you personally just because you physically look my type but only if you behaved yourself... " she said. And this was true to some extent. Particularly when Kolin decided to do something for the sake of her own ire. Right now... barely able to stand, feeling the wetness of her lungs and knowing that the inside of her mouth tasted of blood she was quite certain she'd die here. But... what was this? A man claimed to have a cure-all for her. Something like that would prolong her existence for this ridiculous trip. Then... when she was ready she could take the next form she wished to. Ugh, but he had to be like this didn't he, she couldn't well accept his actions as they were. No... she simply had to be contrary. "Phoenix Tears? Has anyone even seen one in the last 300 years? Doubtful, no one's seen a mermaid in equally long a time period. Regardless... I am marked for death and will die. This body would have shattered apart and only didn't because I returned to being flesh..." she said. She was quite mad and in the moment revealed the entirety of her torso, from the spot her flaw was hidden in her diamond form near her ribs all the way down her right side, cracking rivers of blood pulsed visbly beneath the surface threatening to break skin. Normally porcelain skin disfigured beyond belief and she was bleeding inside so much she barely had any left in her brain. All she wanted to do was get across this shitty desert and make her next face. "It matters not... I won't beg for my life on some ridiculous man's idea of dominating me. It doesn't work. You aren't superior... and you shouldn't walk around thinking you are!" Kolin exclaimed. Yes she was near death, yes she'd had a bad day and yes she was still throwing a veritable fit. Someone would do what she wanted this day, and she didn't care who. In the last few days all had seemed to be going so well except for a few minor details and now suddenly she was stuck on a boat in the middle of the desert with pirates and a man who normally she'd bed but now she simply wanted to act better. She'd been spoiled by Knightly behavior. By those bound by a code of good will and doing the right thing. Never had she bartered from a position of weakness so she didn't understand it as a concept. Would she have, just tried to take that potion from him if she was in better condition... maybe. Probably but right now... everything was near fading.

[Bloodedge]

"Well, that's bad for you, isn't it? You fucked up, and now here you are, trying to bitch your way into getting whatever you want," Jason stated with utmost nonchalance. This tantrum-throwing girl who called herself a queen, was essentially asking to be broken in, as far as he was concerned. Continuing to try pawning off her servants to the man would not end well for her; it would only direct more of Jason's attention her way. Maybe she would be humbled if his crew had a go at her as well. Maybe he would reduce her to the only remaining member of the small group she'd come with, or maybe she could be reduced to the Argo's new chamber wench.

Oh, but not in the condition she was currently in. After questioning the Phoenix Tears' reality, Kolin made the grave mistake of revealing her weakness. Whatever did her in, did so for good; there was no natural healing method in this world that could repair such a thing. Phoenix Tears, however, could... if enough were ingested. For that kind of wound, he figured she would need an entire vial. Thus far, she'd managed to talk herself into getting none at all. "Looks like shit," was all Jason said about the woman's injury.

Kolin could have been wrapped into a long conversation, in which neither party was willing to give any headway. She could have kept things going peacefully, but a few specific words would be her undoing this day. He wasn't superior? He shouldn't walk around thinking he was? This was his ship, his crew, his hero's journey, and therefore... Kolin was a mere blade of grass atop the face of his world. What a pity. Jason would have enjoyed complacency, but he supposed that sort of thing did become boring after a few instances. Well, whatever. Jason's sandal-clad feet were sliding off his desk, but they were not removed entirely. With one foot, he kicked the desk. A slight rotation of the structure would occur, leaving its top along a path toward Kolin's torso. This was far from the first time Jason had kicked his desk at someone; he believed he'd done so frequently enough to have a proper angle, which would leave his target pinned beneath it. "You're one of them, ain't ya? Got the nerve to jump on my ship, need my help to get your pitiful, dying ass across my stomping ground, and you somehow don't get that I'm the one in charge here? We could've had a nice fun time, you and me. Well... that sucks for you, doesn't it?"

[Apollymi]

Was Jason correct in his assessment of Kolin? Absolutely. Would she admit that? Never. Kolin was far beyond normal amounts of crazed, being injured only made it worse. She'd stated a few moments prior that she wouldn't beg for her life, and she meant that with all of her being. That is the case, but she'd been spoiled. Not just by the idea that she was important enough to make demands of a perfect strange. But she'd been spoiled by her previous tactics. She'd dealt exclusively with knights and royal guards, kings and nobles for her own reasons. She needed men of means and men of means came with etiquette. Men like Knights, came with chivalry and Holy Knights came with extreme amounts of honor. They would never hurt someone while they were down. They wouldn't take advantage of a lady in need... even if they'd witnessed that lady being horrid moments before. Kolin was spoiled into the idea of thinking she could talk anyway she wanted, do anything she wanted and even be anyway she wanted an always get her way. But she was about to learn something new...

In addition to learning that even good men like knights had limits to the abuses they would take from her, especially on behalf of others and honor. She was about to learn what it was like to properly deal with a man who was no Knight. One not honor bound to be kind or nice in anyway... and how would she find this out? A swift kick to that desk before her. Even in her prime, she wouldn't have been able to dodge it, only defend. And right just now, she couldn't even do that. That desk pinned her and slammed directly into her weak flaw. The thing barely being held together after the magic that Nerys applied definitely ruptured from impact. Her mouth sprayed blood and that vicious cracking of her person immediately got worse. Those blood red lines making their way up her side and arms. Peaking even up to her neck. She was definitely done for... Actually this man's attitude wasn't half bad... if he hadn't just kicked this desk at her... she might have given a little more. Ah, but she'd returned to calm as she usually did when getting to the point that nothing was working. Getting hurt, finding out that you couldn't kill someone. Having a man actually take charge of a situation... all these things seemed to make Kolin a more pliable person for a time. Too bad she never truly realized this sort of thing for herself... "I already mentioned I wasn't going to beg. If this ship and this desert are your claimed accomplishments so be it, but I want more and I'll have it. So whatever you're going for here... you're going to need to speed it up. I'm going to die regardless, then you'll be yelling at a corpse." Kolin's statement was said and she was already plotting. If she died she didn't want to respawn on this ship. She was far too weak to move herself from this desk... Actually she had no feeling in the side of her body that was covered in that terrible bruise anyway. Huh... this wasn't an ideal way to die, but she imagined there were worse ways as well.

[Bloodedge]

Pinned and beaten further into a near-death state, Kolin continued her moronic ways. It wasn't begging that Jason wanted, in spite of what the woman thought. What he wanted, was for the despiteful queen to submit. Actually, since she still refused to know her place, since she was being so defiant and insisting she would have more than what she got, perhaps begging wouldn't be so bad as well! Ah, but there was one issue. It was abundantly clear that the one called Kolin was dying here. He couldn't be having that before he got his use out of her, right? "Hmm. You're right; that shit looks pretty painful," Jason said, stepping forward and hovering over the desk which pinned Kolin. His free hand reached out to jab at the blood line in her neck with its forefinger. "That's no fun at all. If you just up and die here... that would mean I, a great Hero... wasted his time even letting you on the Argo."

That was it. He refused to waste his time and get no enjoyment out of it. Still holding that vial, he pulled out its cork. Jason's thumb covered the bottle as it turned upside-down, wetting his fingerprint with Phoenix Tears. With that done, he lifted his foot again before stomping the desk atop Kolin. If needed, he would grind it in a bit more─ whatever it took to make her scream, curse, or anything that would get her annoying mouth to open again. Whenever it did, he'd be jamming his moistened thumb into it. He wouldn't let his new toy die, nor would he grant her enough of that magic liquid to put her at full capacity. "Shishishi~ you still think you can pretend you're in charge? On the Argo, there is only one voice that matters! Mine!"

[Apollymi]

Jason was content to watch Kolin suffer. And Kolin from her position was simply ready to embrace death while being spiteful. Ah but it wasn't just that, a finger touched that blood spot on her neck as it aimed to overtake her face. Kolin had thought that she felt no pain but that finger came with a burning sensation as the might of that sword blow from Excalibur continued to try and shred her existence. She whimpered aiming to turn her head away from this attention but that likely would amount to nothing really. He spent a lot of time talking about himself, did he relaly think she cared if he was a great hero. Him and every other man this stupid world had to offer were just playthings. To be used and discarded at her leisure. It didn't matter that the positions of that were changed now, she was... without question still going to do what she needed to. But she wouldn't be allowed any reprieve.

The stomping on the desk came next. Still it wasn't more painful than what was already happening. Not until of course he ground it down. A searing pain shot through her body and a mangled scream left Kolin's throat, along with flecks of blood from her obviously shattered insides. It was a wonder she'd even made it this long, she figured she'd die at this point but the man's thumb found itself wedged in her mouth instead. Phoenix tears coated that finger as disgusting as it was, seemed to give her a great deal of revitalization. Those cracking wounds of hers receded a great deal. She didn't feel like normal, she knew that flaw that was pierced was still throbbing within her but her life was no longer in danger. Even so, that wasn't really a grace in this case. No... this man simply wanted to use her. As they all did. He needed to feel important. They always wanted that. His ship his rules, she couldn't be in charge here. According to him she couldn't pretend to be in charge here. This amount of arrogance was almost unheard of on this level of the world... still she could only imagine with this man intended after saving her, even as much as he did. The pain of this day subsided, but she wondered what fresh new hells it would bring. "You've made your point, now get off of me..." Kolin said, admittedly less defiantly than she would have otherwise. She was still scheming, maybe this man was one of those who'd try her now. She could enchant him and go on about her business never taking up a proper copulation while she used her mostly healed body to start on her next face.