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“okay…” she dressed herself up and opened the door of the bathroom, her eyes were red but she wasn’t sobbing anymore “the sword is already polished, old man didn’t want to pick it up back though, don’t know why…”
“i shot him in the face and i would shoot again…” she touched the collar around her neck “he doesn’t own me just because he gave me game and home! i am free!” Baylet almost started crying again but used her hands to wipe out the tears forming on her eyes “i would rather die than have to fell this powerless all over again…” she blushed a little “thanks for the support though…it was really hum…appreciated”
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“why would he take it off?” she said “he doesn’t like me, he gives me this stupid assignments just to make me look like an idiot, i don’t see you having to pass useless notebooks to the students or polishing swords”
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“he broke me father’s gun and sealed my powers so i can’t fix it” she said while sobbing from the locked bathroom “would you please leave me alone with my tears now?”
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“fine!” she screamed while locking herself on her bathroom “just leave me alone! can you at least do that?!” there are tears coming out of her eyes already, tear that nobody was supposed to see, she takes her cloth off and immerse herself on the bathtub’s water to cry
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“You tried to crash my gun before Godal…” she tried to fix up her gun with her power but it didn’t work out “what the hell…” she touched the collar around her neck and understood
“okay fine, you just came to my room to destroy my gun and seal my powers i get it, now you can pick up your sword and leave, i did the best i could to polish it with what i have at my disposal” she points to the sword polished with leather strips, animal fat and oil “i can’t even hope to hold this giant sword without my powers, so if you want it more polished you’ll have to find another person to do it for you”
“now please leave so i can have some time to mourn the loss of the gun my father gave me” she points the door “may the door hits you where the sun doesn’t” she was clearly very sad and depressed but wasn’t going to cry in front of everyone
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“fine, fine, grumpy old man, i will just polish this sword and go back to sleep then” she was picking the sword from the ground when she saw with the corner of her eyes Godal picking WRAITH by his collar, she quickly pick the gun attached at her belt and putted a bullet right between Godal’s eyes hopping that it would at least make him put the boy down
“hey god slayer old man, you want to treat me like second class fine, but leave me friends out of this feud you have with me” she putted the sword under her arm and quickly absconded into her room
“Damn…this old man have no patience us…” she said back at her room while polishing the sword with a strip of leather
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“Girl you look kind of flustered, you need to keep it cool” she points at Jarrel “see that kid? how he looks like he is in his own world of music and delight, that is what you need” she gives the thumbs up to the girl “be cooool”
next moment Baylet is back knocking at the ferociously “are you trying to ignore me Godal?! because if you are i swear to anything you hold dear that i will shoot this whole place place apart!”
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“fire? i slept under worst conditions before” she said while going to the bathroom and closing the door “make yourself comfortable, the room is all yours, if you need to use the bathroom knock at the door!” she took her cloths off and immersed herself at the cold bathtub water “good night!”
the next day she wake up at sound of Godal’s mic “that shit again…i can’t believe it…” she putted on her cloths and used the green tie has a headband. She leaved the room, rushed the corridors and knocked ferociously at Godal’s officer “God slayer prick! tell me what you want me to do, fast if possible, i have more important things to do with my time than waiting on a line all day…like hum…sleeping all day “
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“ye can do whatever ye want mate, but i sleep in the bathtub!” baylet said with a smile
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“my father had a great country on hell, but of course, hell is always at war so he thought he could smuggler us to the human world so i wouldn’t have to grow up on such a terrifying environment, i still remember when he got appointed has a governor of Port Royal, almost all of our demon compatriots came to live there, best years of my live” she said with shinning eyes has she remembered the age of pirates
“shame the angels discovered our location, killed me father, most of his compatriots and destroyed our city though” she sighed “since then i was living as an plaything for the angels, being tortured day after day, twas only some weeks ago that i finally managed to escape their grasp…” she stopped to hear what the principal was saying, after he finished she said with a pout “sleep again?! but that is soooo laaaaame! what about we have a party?” she said while passing one arm around Kit’s shoulders and other around WRAITH’s arm “since we are all best friends now you can all sleep in my room! what do you say?” she said with a wide smile, showing all her sharp teeth
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“i am a demon and you’re a horse with a horn” she said with a giggle, then she turned to the boy “fell free to pick any meat you want from the bloody sack in my room then, but i would recommend you not to look inside the book labeled The Unholy Arts of War that thing almost made our god slayer principal cry!” the memory of Godal’s reaction at the book made her laugh
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“W-wait what?!” baylet says with a puzzled look on her face, her mouth open in awe while scratching the back of her head “Boy you just twisted the universe into so many paradoxes, i can’t even…” she stop abruptly, “kit seems to be calling you WRAITH” she say with a sharp smile “it’s nice to make your acquaintance, can i get you something? maybe a deer leg or a dead bunny to celebrate our new friendship?” she continued with a naive smile “i am asking because, some people *cough* magic girl *cough*, seems get kinda startled at the sight of dead small mammals”
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this is Baylet
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Johan died with a smile on her lips for she had lived and died all her live as a person instead of cattle for said master or creed
Some of her men ashamed for their inability to protect the woman against their molesters chosen to take away their own lives on the spot, as the warrior’s honor demanded, others decided to swallow the defeat and go back to the ship
The slaves simply nodded as they accepted the woman’s fate
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After she was let go, she crouched to look at the weapons destroyed on the ground, “when ye all i hear is wind, ye all speak of freedom while talking has ye ar all bound fer something” her men morale were shattered but hers was not “dis is not freedom, ye speak of freedom and peace but do not blink while talking about slaughtering, hypocrites, if ye are truly on your words ye all will at least let me man go since they were clearly just following me orders” she got up to spit on the floor “i refuse to play any games ye devilz have for us and i spit on the freedom you offer me fer dis is nothing more than another one of ye witheis tricks”
the slaves who knew something about english started passing her words around on many other caribbean dialects, the slaves were getting restless