[ waking up as she did here both made mary's typical scheme easier and harder. cutting her hair - easier. not many see a nearly shaved head and think 'woman' in her experience. the lighter clothes - harder. mary'd managed to rip up a sheet to wrap around her chest and bind it flat fairly quickly, but her scarves and coats did a lot in furthering that concealment. thankfully, these clothes are still loose and ill-fitting enough.
sure, she could've started her life in new amsterdam honest, but being a woman is something she hides for advantage, as there is no place on earth she's yet found that treats women with the same respect as men, and mary likes to be seen and heard when she requests it. so, when asked for a name here, mary pitched her voice in the practiced lower register that's second nature to her now, and proclaimed "James Kidd".
and then there's this woman, how isn't asking anyone to listen, she's just demanding. You! she says to mary, and mary cocks one scarred brow at her before shrugging and pushing up from her cot. ]
S'pose I've a few to offer, aye. [ the voice is low and rough with a heavy accent, something English but with an edge to it that makes one think of pirates and the sea. probably not Kassandra, as she's a few centuries too soon for the golden age of piracy, but whatever. tugging at the edge of a cot, mary pulls it close enough to plop down within conversational distance. ] What manner of tales are you hoping for?
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sure, she could've started her life in new amsterdam honest, but being a woman is something she hides for advantage, as there is no place on earth she's yet found that treats women with the same respect as men, and mary likes to be seen and heard when she requests it. so, when asked for a name here, mary pitched her voice in the practiced lower register that's second nature to her now, and proclaimed "James Kidd".
and then there's this woman, how isn't asking anyone to listen, she's just demanding. You! she says to mary, and mary cocks one scarred brow at her before shrugging and pushing up from her cot. ]
S'pose I've a few to offer, aye. [ the voice is low and rough with a heavy accent, something English but with an edge to it that makes one think of pirates and the sea. probably not Kassandra, as she's a few centuries too soon for the golden age of piracy, but whatever. tugging at the edge of a cot, mary pulls it close enough to plop down within conversational distance. ] What manner of tales are you hoping for?