“That’ll be fine,” She replies with a dismissive wave. “Shouldn’t take more than a few hours anyways, so long as I’m not distracted.” As she says this she stares directly at Misha, but her look goes back to Carrhae. “I’ll see to my matters tonight after dinner. Try not to end up burning the ship while I’m gone, yeah?”

"Sure thing. And could you lean in for a moment?" Once Kali does so, Carrhae whispers in her ear. "While you're out, could you possibly get a recreational substance called Bloom Nocturne, if it's not too inconvenient for you?" As she lets Kali go, it's pretty clear to everyone that between the eight drinks of rum and food, Carrhae isn't going to be doing much of anything physical.

Kali hums as she pulls away from the captain. "That stuff ain't cheap, ya know? But I'll see what I can do for you." Once the first mate gets her fill of the food, she properly excuses herself, giving Indigo another thank you before she heads out to take care of business.

Misha gives Kali a sidelong glance that was painfully obvious, as if getting closer to something she's got up her sleeve.

Seeing Kali leave, she slowly gets up and follows her outside.

Misha followed Kali and found a place to crouch behind the hull of the ship, trying to be sneaky.

Mishstealth: 4

She tripped, knocking over some barrels and making a very loud noise. She yelled out an Acheronian swear word, gritting her teeth, and then laughing out loud.

She leapt back to her feet and sprung at Kali, playing it off and grabbing her in another headlock.

Grapple: 15

Kali was just about to head to her room and grab her coat before she heard the knocking over of barrels and a language she wasn't familiar with. In the middle of turning to see who followed her she gets surprise attacked by none other than Misha.

Ath: 14

The red-head really caught the pirate off guard with the attack, Kali trying to lean forward to maneuver her way out of the headlock, but found herself to be lacking in strength at the moment. It took a lot of willpower for her to not rage at this very moment, but she wanted to hear the other reasoning for the assault.

"What. Do. You. Want?"

Misha managed to wrap her arm around Kali’s neck to bring her weight down to bear upon her. She brought her down to one knee and Misha applied pressure, the muscles in her arms like steel tendons as she slammed her against the outside bulkhead.

”Oh, what ees thees!” Misha smiled, having fun at teasing Kali, but held her locked tight. “Turning NEW shade of blue I see! Having tough time to breathe, ya? Who leetle now, fragile blueberry?”

She flexed and squeezed hard to emphasize her point.

”Misha like you. Seence day we met. Back home thees one way to show affection. Like to play weeth you, think you are worthy. Am I wrong? Maybe cannot handle Misha?”

The one ****in' time I don't pay attention... How annoyin'.

Ath: 20

Kali grits her teeth as she's brought down to one knee and blames it on the taunting at how quickly she let the volcano erupt deep at the pit of her stomach. With her new found strength, she doesn't bother trying to get out of the headlock she normally would, and instead grabs at Misha's arm with both hands and pry the arm away, enough for her to suck in a breath and turn the tides on the red-head.

But just as she's about to give her the smack down, she hears Carrhae's voice. "For this one? Yeah." She says through her teeth, twisting Misha's arm and get her to join the pirate on the ground. "Not exactly sure why she's like this," She seethes. "I guess she just likes makin' me mad."

Carrhae feels something rumbling in her stomach. "Oh gods, not again!" She hauls ass to the top deck and spews once again. Look on the bright side, Carrhae. At least it's only coming out of one end. Then she looks over to Misha and Kali. "Do I need to have Wolf build an Octagon for you two?" She says, smiling weakly.

Athletics: 7

”GHA..!”

Kali twisted hard out of the headlock. Misha strained to try and gain the upper hand but the barbarian was getting mad, and Kali grabbed her arms and brought her down. She heard Carrhae puke and speak, but laughed as she kept playing with Kali. 

“Ok! Was going easy weeth you. Come, show me what you can do, ah? Don’t worry, can handle eet.” she smirked, ready for the next counterwrestle move.

Carrhae leans on the mast of the ship and watches the two ladies go at it. I wonder if Kali will remember that one little thing I showed everyone downstairs.

"I know you can, you crazy *****," Kali growls down to Misha after taking a glance over to the captain who seemed to be enjoying the show. The barbarian wastes no time on pinning the paladin down on the ground and pressing all her weight down onto her before whispering in her ear. "But normally, people would ask to play, not assault them when they're not paying attention. We call that playin' dirty."

Ath: 7

"Which I'm not too fond of, but, **** it, let's play dirty." Kali keeps Misha down as best as she can before the idea sparks in her head, past the anger, and takes her free hand and starts tickling the ever loving shit out of the Acheronian's side.

“Oh no!!” she squealed. Not tickling!! Misha felt the weight of Kali press down on her, the pressure was incredible. Kali was indeed formidable, and was enjoying the play, and her abs tensed tightly at the tickling. For a moment, she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

”RgFF!” she grunted trying to twist out, “Real battle is one thing, fight weeth honor, but..haha...thees is play. And, you already hef taste of what ees dirty about me, ya?” she joked, and strained hard to try to trip her up and pin her down.

Snap into a Slim Jim: 8

She twisted her leg, and down Kali went, and she grabbed Kali’s arms and pinned them behind her, straddling her on top. 

“Gotcha!” she panted, catching her breath from the tickling. She held her against the ground, leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. She let her go with a very satisfied look on her face. “You hef been conquered.” she joked.

Carrhae looks down and wonders which woman would prevail if this was an all out fight to the death instead of a mostly playful wrestling match. On one end there was Misha, the byproduct of Acheronian genetic programming and training. On the other end there was Kali, who had a good amount of experience working as a pirate captain and a healthy amount of cunning. Eventually, she reached the conclusion that one was as likely to win as the other, but hopefully it would never happen, as it would be a terrible waste if either beauty was to die.

"Jeesh," Kali says finally after taking a deep breath to repress her rage. "If you wanted a kiss literally all you had to do was ask." She brings herself to her feet again and brushes herself off quickly. "Swear we need to put a leash on you... And get you some rabies shots."

Misha looked confused. “Do not need leesh or hef ray bees, don’t be ricdilicous.” She smiled again. “Dont be med, just like to play! Bek home we wrestle for fun, for sport, ees how we relax sometimes. Thought you might enjoy a leetle houseroughing. Could ask for kees but thought thees way be more fun. You are strong and beeg, thought you might enjoy.” Misha thought for a moment. “Am a long way from home, I sometimes get homeseek. If you dont like to play I leef you alone. Maybe was wrong. Sorry.”

"You'd have quite the challenge getting Misha in a collar, even if you raged until your blood boiled. But take it from someone whose been in several headlocks from Misha, there aren't too many people that it would be better to be pinned by than her."

Misha turned and smiled fondly at Carrhae, remembering the great moments they shared in the four or so years she spent restrengthening her. She enjoyed exercising with her, and wrestling with her, too - something they spent years doing. Looking at Carrhae made her swell with joy, pride, and honor.

”You honor me with your words, comrade Carrhae.”

“Playing is fine, just need to set some rules down before you get all wrestle happy on me, yeah?” Kali suggests. “Not at the table and not when I gotta do business, okay? Any other time is fine just.. Not when I got stuff to do. I don’t like bein’ late to things, makes Kali looks bad.”

Misha was ok with the rules. She liked rules. Again, Misha looked confused. “What beesness?” she asked innocently.