Somewhere on this island, perhaps in the area of a small town or something like that was a tavern where the lowly folk congregated. They would come to drink their away their pain and drink to good health or fortune. This tavern would be named Fantasia.

This tavern was also a common inn for folks here on business and that's where Kash could be found staying, not that many people on this island knew who she was. But she knew a bit about the folk here and the island's history and that's all that mattered.

Kash was in her room on the second floor of the tavern, considering the bar occupied the first level. She was in a bath that came with the room, a surprising luxury to say the least. Her blade Levy leaned against the outside of the tub, within her reach should she need it. One could never be too careful, which was precisely why she kept her eyes cracked slightly open as she rested in the bubble bath, appearing as if she was sleep. Yet she was watching the door as her mind wandered.

Kash was thinking about how she should find some work on this island to put some money in her pockets. It wouldn't be long before that crew she was frequently traveling with would need her again. Kash was not a pirate, at least not by her own defining but she sometimes would find herself in their company for the sake of travel or common goals. Sometimes to be the next jackpot for her purse. You never knew with this girl and that was fine with her. One thing remained the same though, she had to find a way to be better than him.

Once Kash finished up with her bath she'd wrap a towel around her, grab Levy, and head into her room where her usual attire awaited. She would get fully dressed in her bra, tights, corset, boots, and jacket before attaching Dom and Levy, her tools of choice, to her sides. Once dressed, Kash would make her way downstairs to the bar, locking her room behind her.

"Gin on the rocks," she'd order as she took her seat the the end of the bar.

"Coming right up," the bartender would say before sliding her drink to her a couple of minutes following.

As Kash sipped her beverage, she would watch the room and its occupants. She had already scoped it out while coming down the stairs, making note of the exit and who was who. Not that she personally knew these people but just her idea of who they may be based on demeanor. Who was all talk and who was all "limp away crying like a coward", she would mark them.

There was a song playing in the background as she sat and sipped. Something about diamonds dancing. It was okay she guessed, not her style of music but it didn't completely annoy her. To describe her mood at the moment, bored was the only word that would come to mind.

Sip.

Kash was fairly enjoying herself even though her mind was a bit fixated on what her next move should be. Should she go hunt for a bounty perhaps? Should she just suck it up and rendezvous with "the crew"? She didn't like to think of that group as her own or one she belonged to but if technical she did have the tattoo. As she thought about the tattoo she sighed before biting her bottom lip and then downing the rest of her drink. She slammed the glass down so hard on the bar that the glass broke.

At that same time the music had cut to silence and she could feel their eyes on her. She looked around and noticed quickly that it wasn't for the reason she was about to assume. This man, in black, masked. Her upper lip twitched in disgust as he dared to approach her with his pretentious voice. He sounded just like him. All of his followers did. The man, with his hand stretched out in greeting fashion even smelled like him. It would bring flashes to her memory, causing her to stand before responding.

"He sends his dogs to fetch me aye? Oh how I never tire of him," she said in a heavily sarcastic tone. Her face even seemed excited for a moment before quickly returning to it's emotionless state as she looked the man dead in his mask, as if she could see right through to his soul or lack thereof.

"Nice to meet you....dog," Kash would say plainly, quickly drawing her blade from it's sheathe and holding it to her side in her right hand. The movement of her blade would come so close to the man's extended hand he could surely feel the air at his fingertips. "If you really think I'm going to let you touch me with those filthy paws, I sincerely, really, want you to know that you're gravely mistaken."

Her words were as cold as ever. Now it was a matter of seeing what came next. Kash was confident this man wasn't alone, it'd be stupid for him to be. From her quick scan of the area, none of his subordinates were inside, so they had to be outside. Probably everywhere like the vermin they are. This would begin her stand-off. Looks like there wouldn't be any working here. She needed to get off the island...or she could face him. It had been so long since they'd seen each other.

Weeks? Just knowing that he was watching her for weeks annoyed her. Making her a part of his twisted plans without her consent. She felt disgust all over. Who does he think he is?

The masked man would turn to leave to her satisfaction but she was no fool. It was time to make a move because it wouldn't be long before they would. She would wait a moment after the masked man left the tavern before walking after him in steady stride. She did not know what to expect to see once she passed those swinging doors but once she stepped out she could see their numbers.

"Aww, he shouldn't have," she would say bringing her left hand up to her mouth as if genuinely surprised. Her face even turned slightly red before she would lean on Levy like a cane in her right hand. "So where is my demon brother?"

There was no sign of him in sight...yet. She knew he was coming though but what did these dogs plan on doing? They couldn't seriously think they had a chance to take her on could they? She would let out an obnoxious yawn before resting Levy on her shoulder similar to a batter waiting for their chance to hit.

"Okay, so who's going to be the first to cry for their master? I have time to kill," she would say in the literal sense. Kash was ready to see her brother after so long.

Kash seemed unphased by the loud bang that would go off after she finished speaking. Her hair blew slightly with a gust of air as debris would fly around her, revealing more of those masked dogs. She would swing her blade cutting any pieces of debris and such that would fly toward her, cutting them like a hot knife through butter. She would gently brush her hair behind her ear with her free hand. Her face would become a blank slate, lacking emotion, then she would smirk before dashing forward.

She seemed to be completely surrounded as masked men stood around her in a complete circle. This was no big deal however, for Kash was about to begin a beautiful performance. She would run and swing her blade at every man under her brother's influence. She would cut them down, one after another with relentless ambition. They could attempt to block and dodge if they wished but she would hunt them down. If they were unable to handle her skill, their blood would spray in the air like a beautiful crimson fountain as she danced the dance of death and life escaped their body. She would save at least one though, that one would be special.

As Kash stood there with her last one left, waiting for his turn to die, she would miss her chance to savor the moment as he would be cut in two upon her brother's arrival. Her facial expression full of disappointment upon seeing such savagery.

"They still allow you to roam free out of your cage?" She asked with what seemed like sincere interest as she would swing her blade out to her side, the blood flying off clean before she would sheath it. "Hello, Ashy."

Kash stood there, face to face with her twin. People could call Kash cold but she did that to protect herself and others but Asher was different. He was Satan's spawn, which you could guess still didn't make her look any better since they were twins but the point was she considered him so much worse. He was a constant reminder of where she came from and why she needed to keep fighting.

Kash would look at the unmasked man who was dressed like the bodies lying dead around her. "Oh, is that? You're that dog that ran away leaving these pups to fend for themselves aren't you? Shame. You were better off staying here with them," Kash would say raising a hand just above her brow and squinting. She'd let out a sigh before looking Asher in his eyes. Her upper lip twitched slightly again. He really did disgust her.

"What do you want Asher?" It was time to cut the shit and get right to it. Kash was prepared to take on her brother because there was no getting around it, not with him.

Kash looked completely bored by her brother's comeback. So self absorbed he couldn't even make a clever joke without talking about himself and his dreadful deeds. It was true he used to be a slave trader, or so she heard, and it disgusted her. However she couldn't let his remarks get to her, otherwise he'd think he had some control over her. Sometimes she wondered what he made of their relationship. She couldn't help but imagine it being some twisted version of the truth. It didn't really matter though, what he thought of her was none of her business. She would simply hold a visibly bored expression on her face, giving not the slightest bit of interest in his remarks.

The man with Asher, his name was Bellamy, what was his game she wondered. Then before even indulging in their history she would immediately back out. She didn't want to know what kind of fucked up individuals willingly followed her brother around despite him not giving the slightest damn about them. Did they even know that? No, no. She couldn't go there. It was a waste of thinking energy. "You two are adorable. Bellamy is it? How long have you been dating my brother? Are wedding bells on the horizon? I would love an invite to the ceremony. It's been so long since I've seen my brother so happy with a man at his side again," Kash would remark. She couldn't help but take shots at her brother's sexuality but surely it wouldn't bother him as much as it would the other party, such as Bellamy.

It didn't seem to take long for Asher to get stirred up. He held up his weapon in front of him, unsheathing it. As he did such, he asked her if he knew what they called him now. The first thing that came to her mind was "Trash" but she refrained from answering as Asher rushed toward her head on, his blade out in front of him. "Slasher Kringle" is what he would say. "That's cute," she would say in response, drawing her own blade from her sheath and rushing forward as well.

Kash's eyes would watch Asher carefully as they would approach each other. Once she got within a meter of him, Kash would engage in a jest, swinging her blade relentlessly for his head. She'd assume he would attempt to block or parry the attack with his own blade but that was the point of the jest, to read his movements. From the looks of it, her attack was light hearted but that'd be a fatal mistake to assume such about any of her attacks. This was a test but at the same time, it wasn't really, not for Kash at least. Her next move would depend on Asher's response, regardless her's would likely come as a surprise.

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Kash's eyes would take in her brother's actions as he acknowledged her jest with a feint. As Asher would maneuver to Kash's left, Kash would pivot on her foot spinning to her right allowing her true blade to come around and meet Asher's blade in fated contact. One would think she had super human reflexes to move practically at the same time he did but it was a matter of timing. The false image made prior would fade in thin air as their blades were destined for a true clash. Their movements truly a dance and this was the jester's jig, at least part of it. Kash would not follow through with this technique as normal but rather put a small amount of distance between them by leaping back a couple of meters.

"Hmm, you're off your game," Kash would say looking on at her brother. She couldn't help shake the feeling it was too easy but then again, she hadn't seen him forever. Perhaps she forgot what it was like to fight with her brother. Either way she was disappointed, thus her bored facial expression returned.

"Unless, you really plan on taking me into custody, this is a waste of my time. I have to get my hair done," she said. The last bit a lie for she couldn't care less about how her hair looked as long as it didn't become a nuisance. But for the sake of banter, she wanted it to be clear how bored she was with.....whatever this was going on.

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