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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 14:43:09 GMT -8
Jack received a very flat look for his words. Of course, the Captain didn't know her story - she refused to talk about it, as all of them would know.. the only person who knew the full tale of how she'd been cursed was her sister. But said sister should know the danger of thinking with one's bits too often, better than anyone else. Rather than say any of what she was thinking, however, Laila kept her mouth shut. The only sound that came from her was a snort when she heard the adrift man say that he had no intention of boarding the ship. He may be pretty, if Fiona's reaction was any indication, but clearly he wasn't too bright, if he thought he was going to get off that easily.. they were clearly a pirate crew. What made him think they were just going to leave him be?
What got a response from her was Gulo, as he came over and issued his 'instructions'. Laila shot him a coppery glare - and it was a mild one, from the normally tempestuous redhead. "Oi, Gulo me matey, 'ave ye e'er seen me t'run o'er some rocks? Give me a wee bit o' credit." Offended! That was the very definition of her facial expression right then. Such words weren't even necessary. Lips curving into a pout, she turned back to steering the ship. Hmph. Men.
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Hellfire Jack
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Roleplay posts: 16 
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 20:41:52 GMT -8
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Mar 25, 2016 17:48:38 GMT -8
"'ere's d'problem," Jack told the man on the raft, the morning sun shining directly into his lightly tanned face. "As my lovely female companion here so wonderf'lly pointed out, y'don't actually have a choice in d'matter. We're a pirate vessel with an entire crew of talented 'n' dangerous ruffians 'n' our boat is much bigger d'n yours. What we're offerin' yer is a fair trade; y'goods 'n' valuables fer a ride to d'nearest port. If y'not wantin' t'be takin' dat offer, we'll jus' straight up rob ye instead."
The pirate leaned forwards, resting his elbows on the rail while slowly, other members of the crew who were performing their deck chores began to realize that something was happening. One by one, they began to join Jack and the other notables by the edge of the ship; each holding some form of weapon on their person.
"Y'ain' gonna win, boyo."
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Ray Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Mar 25, 2016 23:59:33 GMT -8
Ray sat up then as the rest of the crew began to appear somewhat menacingly at the railing. His eyes slid open then but he didn't bother to look upwards yet, instead staring at the side of the ship as he spoke. He raised his hands innocently, "Alright, alright, I'll consider the deal, even though it doesn't seem like you are giving me much of a chance," he shrugged.
He paused for a moment before climbing the rope ladder, "Thing is, I don't really like one part of the deal. I don't want a ride to the nearest port, let me join your crew," he said coolly. He would shuffled over to the center of his small dingy then, standing above a particular board that seemed prone to giving way at any moment.
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Romelia Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 25 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Mar 26, 2016 18:40:36 GMT -8
Romelia peeks over the edge down at the young man. He's more of a boy, really. So young and puny-looking. His face is kinda familiar for some reason, but whatever. Grabbing a coil of strong hemp rope, she quickly ties it into a lasso and walks back to the side of the ship.
"Who do you think you are, asking to join the crew? What makes you think we even want you?"
Without a moment's warning, she tosses the lasso end of the rope over the edge, trying to rope the kid in the dinghy. It's something she's done quite a few times, although most of her practice comes from roping runaway chickens. Surely, a skinny white-haired boy standing still would be easier to nab than a runaway chicken.
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Gulo
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Roleplay posts: 7
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 15:23:20 GMT -8
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Post by Gulo on Apr 5, 2016 16:00:57 GMT -8
There was a pause from when Laila spoke till The Navigator replied.. it seemed like more than a week had passed before finally he turned to take in the state of the ship.
"It's still afloat" He offered. That was an accomplishment on its own, and as he walked off the faint taps of boots upon the deck resounds softly , slowly he makes his way down the steps and towards the lower deck. Casually swiping the hat off of some unsuspecting crewman and placing it on the head of another. Yes, that should provide a welcome distraction.
Feet carried him once more to the edge of the ship and he peered over the edge at the man who now suggested joining the crew. Gulo was perhaps a little empathetic towards the lad given his own circumstances of how he came aboard though in his case he was not given much of a choice. Head slowly shakes from side to side-- he would let the others handle it for now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 16:22:25 GMT -8
'It's still afloat'? If looks could kill, Gulo would be dead where he stood. Walked. Whatever. As it was, she simply leaned against the ship's wheel with a huff, and waited to see what would happen with the insane individual who wanted to join their crew. Unless he was a freak like the rest of them, he'd end up eaten rather than killed and dumped overboard. Especially since they were low on supplies. Her nose wrinkled at the thought. Human didn't taste very good, no matter how you seasoned or cooked it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 19:31:26 GMT -8
She was heedless of the banter going on between Gulo and Laila, and much more focused on the handsome piece of meat that the First Mate was roping in. Ray made his cavalier command, and Fiona smiled, danger at the corners of her lips. "Wee lamb," she chuckled down to him. "I say we keep him, Capn," the flirtatious wench stated. "It would be nice to have someone new to look at."
She winked at Ray, and enjoyed that her suggestion might piss off the first mate.
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Ray Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Apr 5, 2016 19:47:58 GMT -8
Ray had moved to the center of the dingy and positioned one of his feet over a particularly loose board on the bottom of the boat for a reason. The particular board had been patched up by him multiple times in his short voyage to avoid sinking, and it was very easy to reopen the gash in the bottom of the boat and make it worse. He knew what these pirates wanted, and if they were going to kidnap or kill him anyways he might as well not let them rob him as well. At least that's what his thought process was. Ray was also somewhat reckless though, and his next few actions as he detected the lasso flying towards him would definitely not please the pirate crew.
Ray slammed his foot down on the loose board, ripping a hole in the bottom of his dingy and causing saltwater to pour into the boat and all over the hard tack and dried meat aboard his ship, quickly ruining everything as it was soaked in saltwater and the dingy sank. Ray would also draw water from the sea towards him to make this process go abnormally quick.
As the boat was sinking, and he was still lasso'd by Romelia, he would suddenly jerk backwards against Romelia's grip on him. The strength of the pull would be abnormally strong, compared to Ray's size and if Romelia held onto the rope she would surely be pulled overboard into the water.
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Hellfire Jack
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 20:41:52 GMT -8
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Apr 6, 2016 9:03:31 GMT -8
"Oi there," Jack glared down at the man on his dingy, his eyes narrowing with frustration on his face. "We're tryin' t'rob ya, not recruit ya. We don' just accept any old bastard we find at sea and quite frankly I find d'mere prospect that y'think y'can jus' turn this from a terrifyin' piratin' experience into a job interview insultin'."
He turned away from him then, staring across the deck of the ship to the far side while simultaneously leaning back against the rail with his elbows propped up atop them. "But me darlin' Fiona's right, I t'ink we should keep 'im, least 'til we find someone who'll pay fer human cargo."
Suddenly, something occurred with Romelia and the lasso. He wasn't watching to see what happened, but did haughtily roll his eyes at the sounds of the result. "Stop messin' about an' get 'im in d'brig."
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Romelia Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Apr 6, 2016 9:15:51 GMT -8
"Waaa!"
Romelia, being as light as she is, is immediately jerked overboard into the water. Luckily for her, her mermaid heritage allows her to breath perfectly.
"Get bac- glub glub glub..."
Her screaming proves ineffective while underwater. Still, she holds onto the rope and swims swiftly and powerfully through the sea, chasing after the white-haired boy. Using the rope as a guide, she glides effortlessly through the water straight into Ray. Deciding that her cutlass would be useless, she does her best to wrap the end of the rope around Ray's neck. If Ray looked at her face, he should see her mouth the words:
You're coming with me, boy
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 10:34:47 GMT -8
A pretty smirk traced across the wench's scarlet lips, still bent over the side and looking down as the two white-haired ne'er-do-wells went after each other in the water. It was obvious that Ray had some sort of ability with water, but he clearly didn't know what Romelia was capable of, like the rest of the crew knew.
Fiona was rather enjoying the show, rocking her weight to one rounded hip and crossing one booted ankle over the other. The salty sea air ruffled through her crimson hair, ocean spray like a light kiss over her skin. She even laughed when she saw Romelia fall into the water, her hat now thoroughly ruined. It wasn't that Fiona didn't like Romelia, it was that Fiona enjoyed discord, chaos, and causing distress.
It was why she was cursed, after all.
The captain gave a call, wanting it to be over. Fiona rolled her pretty blue eyes. "Oh, Cap'n, such a spoil sport," she sighed, yet still, she stood up and flicked her hand into the water as if she were throwing a dagger. She was, essentially. The spray of spines went right towards Ray, and although their pierced into his flesh, for now they would only be irritating, causing immediate redness around their puncture points but nothing more... well, other than the discomfort of being pierced almost two-inches with spines.
"Come out of the water, darling," Fiona called. "Otherwise you won't get the antidote."
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Ray Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Apr 6, 2016 10:45:47 GMT -8
Ray is tackled by the now swimming Romelia and also topples into the water. He had been in the process of tear the lasso off of himself and had full range of motion of one of his arms by the time he was tackled.
He only lets out a surprised gasp before being submerged. The two wrestle underwater for a bit, until Romelia tries to wrap the rope around Ray's throat. This does not work however as Ray is able to position his free arm inbetween his neck and the rope, disallowing it from choking him.
In repsonse to Romelia's mouthed words he simply grits his teeth. Underwater his 'vision was greatly enhanced so he was able to make out what the mouthed words were pretty easily. A moment later, Ray would draw up one of his legs close to his body before viciously kicking at Romelia to try and get her away. At around this moment, Fiona's spines had found their mark, striking him in the back. The spines were painful, and he let out a surprised shout from under the water which turned into merely a bunch of bubbles. He did not hear Fiona's words however, and with the adrenaline coursing through his veins he would not stop fighting yet.
Wiggling his other arm free, he would begin to slip out of Romelia's lasso, that is, if he had successfully kicked her away. If not he would begin punching at her with his now freed arm. The poisons that were now in his system did little to inhibit him, yet.
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Romelia Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Apr 6, 2016 11:21:34 GMT -8
The kick lands, but Romelia doesn't drift away. Unable to kick her away, Ray begins punching her in the face. Romelia gurgles in the water, trying to turn away and block his punches. However, her blocking is ineffective and she gets smacked several times. Eventually, she manages to dodge a punch and get a better grip on the rope. Placing a hand firmly on Ray's face, she yanks the lasso tight with surprising strength. On an ordinary person, the rope would tighten with enough force to break a few ribs. After tightening the rope, Romelia begins punching back, trying to knock Ray's teeth out. She's not at all pleased about being punched and having her hat ruined.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Apr 6, 2016 11:25:21 GMT -8
Ripper was getting increasingly annoyed by the fight. Everyone was caught up in the spectacle, no one wanted to stop watching to stitch his wound. Sighing in defeat he went to steal more chocolate. The first mate was overboard and everyone was distracted. There was no better time to filch a few more bars. He broke into her storage pocket a half dozen re-locked it and then when back topside. Hopefully it was over by now and someone would look at his back.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 11:58:42 GMT -8
Frankly, Laila was getting bored with all the ruckus over the random man in the now-sinking dinghy. That her sister had poisoned him meant it was really only a matter of time until he either collapsed from the pain or lost consciousness, and they could haul his sorry carcass aboard. Spotting Ripper returning from belowdecks and seeing that his wound was still gaping open, she grimaced. "Oi, Ripper, matey. Wot say ye grab needle an' thread, lemme patch that up for ye, aye?" She was a pretty good hand with the implements, after all. She just didn't have them on hand, at the moment. She was also bored stupid. Standing still with nothing to do didn't suit her well at all.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Apr 6, 2016 12:23:35 GMT -8
Ripper glances up when Laila calls him. Oh that was nice of her, offering to help. He rolls up to her and produces a needle and spool of thread from his coat pocket. From another he produces a strike stick. Igniting it he runs it over the flame. Infections were no fun to live through better, to disinfect even if it couldn't kill him. Once done he threads the needle for her and hands it over. He takes off his long black coat which can be salvaged. Then he stripes off his shirt which can't be salvaged. The shirt gets tossed over board the coat flung over a rail. He grabs a bucket of water and a rag and sets them down. Next he grabs a barrel drags it over and sits down.
"Thanks Laila. The worst part isn't the pain, it's the itch."
His back is covered in blood. There is a three inch gash just next to his spin that is still oozing blood.
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Hellfire Jack
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 20:41:52 GMT -8
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Apr 6, 2016 14:50:53 GMT -8
"A'righty, I think it's time to stop t'is kerfufflerin' about an' get back up on deck. Lads, throw 'em down d'rope ladders," Jack ordered, turning his head over his shoulder so that he might better position his ear in the direction of the ongoing fight; though soon this resulted in him turning back around on the rail to see with his own two eyes while several other men took a strong ladder of rope attached to the deck and tossed it overboard down into the sea where the two were busy fighting.
"'n Fiona, y'better have a way t'cure 'im of 'is poisonous afflictions or 'is price on the market'll be comin' out of yer wages. Can' sell a dead man after all." His warning seemed to be made rather clearly in her direction, with no attempt to hide his threat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 16:02:22 GMT -8
Fiona laughed at the way Romelia was going after Ray, and vice versa. Look at the way they squabbled! Everyone else seemed to be unamused by the fight, for which Fiona really couldn't understand. She loved the sea, but they had seen nothing but sea for weeks, and having this little bit was a break in the boring routine.
The Cap'n called to her, giving her a threat. "Oh, please. You weren't going to get much out of him anyway," Fiona said with a roll of her pretty blue eyes. Still, she sighed and pushed away from the balustrade. By now, the pins that had sunk their way into Ray's flesh were now a burn that seemed to radiate all over his skin, as if he was being stuck with many pins and needles. The pain was rising, and with it, fever and nausea that was hindering his ability to move. He would be sluggish now, and have trouble staying afloat. Every move was going to chafe and burn, at first with a sting, but a sting that would rise and rise into pinpricks of misery.
She sauntered on over to the wheel that Laila had left and lounged on it, watching her sister patch up the doctor. Now, there was a pretty pairing. Might even help with the curse. Fiona shoved the thought aside. "Doctor, would you mind helping the little urchin once Romelia drags his sorry soon-to-be-corpse aboard? I would so deeply appreciate it."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 16:10:29 GMT -8
Watching Ripper do his thing, Laila waited.. semi-patiently. Then once he was ready, she carefully cleaned the skin around the wound, and the wound itself, before beginning to stitch up. For all her pirate-ness, her stitches were very neat and precise, and were made very quickly and efficiently. Before long, she was knotting off the thread and using her belt knife to cut it, then admiring her work with a nod. "Yer all set, matey. Go put on a shirt afore me lovely sister starts oglin' ya."
Lightly patting his shoulder, she returned to the wheel, eyeing Fiona with amusement. "What, not enjoyin' watchin' Romelia beat up on the fresh meat?" She lounged against the wheel alongside her sister, careful not to brush up against her fellow redhead. She'd made the mistake of doing that when they were reunited, and she'd felt nauseous for days after the hug. Stupid poison.
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Apr 6, 2016 19:31:37 GMT -8
Ray grunts in pain as she tightens the rope around him, as it also tightened around his back. The poisonous spines in his back started to hurt more and more until he began to feel light headed and nauseous. As the poison began to effect him more he would go on the defensive in the fight, covering his face as Romelia began to batter his head in turn, which only made him even more dizzy than he already was from the burning pins and needles in his back.
Eventually even the slightest movement caused a sensation of a dozen needles stabbing into his skin, which made him move more carefully and sluggishly in an attempt to lower the amount of pain. Eventually with the combined efforts of the poison and Romelia's continuing onslaught and her lasso which was tightened around him he would be subdued. Attempting to turn away from Romelia's punches he grabbed at the rope ladder that was lowered down, sputtering water for a moment as he held himself above water on the ladder shielding his head until Romelia stopped punching him,
"Holy fuck, w-what the hell is this?" Ray cursed as he worked to loosen the lasso so he could reach for his back to see what was causing so much pain. As soon as one of his hands brushed up against the barb that was embedded in his back though, the pain flared to ten times it's current painful state. Ray nearly passed out in that moment, his grip on the rope ladder loosening momentarily, before he gritting his teeth.
With the fighting now over, and Ray thoroughly bruised and battered, and poisoned he would begin to make his way up the rope ladder finally. Once on he finally made it all the way up the ladder, he would attempt to stand up. The pain was most certainly severe as of now for Ray, but it was still bearable enough for him to fight through it, just barely though. He had to lean heavily on the railing of the ship to stand.
Pausing to throw up over the side of the ship, Ray would turn around, still leaning on the railing as he faced the rest of the crew on the deck, "Well I'm out of the w-water. So I'll be takin that antidote, tha' was the deal right?" his voice betrayed the pain he was in, yet it still managed to have a snarky tone to it as well. Eventually he would slide down into a sitting positing against the railing, leaning on it with his right shoulder sideways instead of leaning back, as that would cause the pain in his back to get many times worse.
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