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 6, 2016 19:54:21 GMT -8
Laila could keep her looks, he didn't need them. Though he did make his way towards the railing once more to spectate the disturbance below, the flailing of the two broke the unusually calm waters the two however could easily be seen beneath the surface the ray of the sun casting rippling shimmers of light over their forms.
"Just another day at sea, eh capn." He spoke more to himself at that point and even as the Captain bellowed out orders to stop the nonsense and the hands moved to comply, dropping a roped ladder over the edge for the two to climb. The male remained motionless those dark orbs fixated upon the new-comer as he climbed the ladder and pulled himself aboard. It seemed that the poison did little to taper the males attitude. Lips tug slightly at the corners hinting at a faint smile; the antics proved a welcome distraction from his previous ravings. Though the more the ship idled the more his head began to throb, the more that hunger continued to nag--- and he felt that need growing within him once more. Digits tap impatiently upon the railing to the upper deck, those eyes narrowing slightly upon the Stranger.
It seemed that the Captain had already decided the lads fate. A hand rest unconsciously upon the hilt of a small dagger tucked into the back of his belt-- it was a ceremonial dagger-- something acquired moment before his resurface with a singular purpose. After realizing this he released a small breath hand flopping towards his side. No, he's not the one I want. He considered a moment, though found himself reluctant to move, though he wills himself to do so backing away towards the mains mast, still close enough to react should it be required of him.
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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 19:58:28 GMT -8
Ripper flinches as the stitches are put in. Still he doesn't complain he is used to pain. Once she is done he rolls his shoulders and yawns.
"Thanks Laila."
Instead of doing what he was asked he grabs his great black coat and gets to stitching the tear. He thinks about Fiona's question. If it was poison he'd have to use empathetic healing. That meant dealing with the poison. He wasn't the one that would get in trouble if the castaway died. Which meant he had no real reason to save the kid. Still he probably wouldn't let him die... But Fiona didn't know that.
"What's in it for me? Ain't my wages that are garnished if he kicks the bucket."
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Registered: May 18, 2024 10:38:06 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 20:11:18 GMT -8
"Oh, as if you weren't gettin' yourself a peek in, Laila," Fiona said to her sister, smirking as the younger redhead came to stand near the dangerous vixen. Her blue gaze was on her sister, pretty much ignoring all of the noise and cacophony that came from the rope ladder and the white-haired trouble-makers that were crawling aboard.
"I would have let them continue on, but the Cap'n's in a mood today, as it were," Fiona said, being rather honest. She glanced over at the group of them, her long-lashed gaze briefly settling on Gulo and the way he looked at the miserable Ray.
Her attention was once more caught up by Ripper, who was now putting on a shirt and covering up that lovely chest of his. Not as lovely as Ray's, of course, but lovely none the less. And technically off limits. She was fairly sure that the doctor wouldn't die from being touched by the notorious Fiona O'Dairgh, but neither would he enjoy it, and Fiona was far too into CONSENSUAL coitus rather than forced.
"Fine, don't save him," Fiona said with a shrug and moved away from the wheel so Laila could take her place. She sauntered over to the top of the stairs that led down to the main deck where Ray was wasting away and Romelia was glaring over her spoiled hat.
"Seems as if I lied, handsome," Fiona sighed wistfully, making her way down the steps, those hips swaying above her thigh-high boots, below her tight bustier. "I do so apologize, Cap'n. Dock my wages, won't you." She winked at the shirtless captain -- who was a contender in the Best Naked Chest competition as well -- and grabbed onto the netting that would help her travel back up the crow's nest. She'd come down because it seemed like things were going to be fun, but she'd killed the entertainment, so it seemed.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 10:38:06 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 20:24:21 GMT -8
"..Ya know I weren't." Was Laila's only response to Fiona's teasing, as those coppery eyes gazed off into the distance. Fiona was the only one on board who knew about the helmsman's past, and of course she took every opportunity to try and pester her sister into not being such a.. what was the phrase she'd used so often.. 'a dried up old biddy'? With the captive on board, she grunted and straightened from her lounging position, taking a firm grip on the wheel once more.
As soon as Fiona departed, she whistled sharply, sending the crew back into motion. The sails had been furled and the anchor dropped so they could pick up the castaway, and now they were hastening to get back underway. Once the wind began to catch the sails and the ship started to move with the series of creaks, groans, and pops that everyone was used to, she set them once more on a course toward the island that had been their original destination. Shaking off her dour mood by humming to herself off-key, a boot-clad foot tapped with the beat to the shanty she was quietly butchering.
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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 7, 2016 9:16:39 GMT -8
Romelia follows Ray up the ladder, still holding tightly onto the rope in case he tries to run for it. Once aboard, she walks over to the sitting Ray and plants a boot firmly in his chest, shoving him to the ground.
"Well, looky here. We've got a sick little fishy, begging for a cure. Isn't that cute."
Still pinning him down with her boot, she leans down close to his face. He looks kinda familiar...
"Well, looks like the only person who can help you is ol' doctor Ripper over there. So you'd best be mighty sweet to him, alright? What's your name, anyways?"
Turning to Ripper, she shouts:
"Hey, heal this kid and I'll sew your head on for you next time it gets cut off. But don't do it right away, wait for a day or so. He's going to pay for ruining my hat."
Next, she turns to Lalia.
"Dammit woman, don't try to sing if you can't hit the notes! Shut up!"
She grumbles, and looks down at Ray.
"And you, don't think you're anything special. We're only keeping you around in case someone wants a ransom. It's not like I wanted to capture you or anything. Idiot."
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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 7, 2016 12:15:52 GMT -8
So Fiona didn't have an antidote, that was not good news at all. Ray chuckled then, or at least attempted to before he was forced to stop by the pain of the poison, "Don't need it anyways, I-I'm feelin fine," he said still leaning against the railing where he sat.
Ray had noticed Romelia coming towards him, no doubt wanting some more revenge against him or something. He did not seem to react that much though, perhaps because he was more focused on the growing pain that seeked to consume him. Either way Romelia planted her boot on his chest and shoved him into the ground.
His back contacting the deck and shoving the spines deeper into his back was not a pleasant sensation, in fact it was quite excruciatingly painful. Ray did not cry out though, instead biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A couple of tears did form in the corners of his eyes though as he tried to shift into a less painful position, but Romelia still had her boot on his chest.
"G-goddamn you, bitch," he gasped, still fighting back tears, "My n-names Ray."
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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 7, 2016 13:55:12 GMT -8
Jack waltzed over to the downed Ray, who now seemed to be being bullied by Romelia on the deck of the ship. He leaned over the side of the rail, pulling up the rope ladder that now hung limply into the ocean, before coiling it up and tossing it back down by a barrel. "All right lads, get back ter work. D'interestin' stuff's over now 'sfar as I'm concerned 'n I wan' t'at deck so clean I c'n show it to me ma!"
Slowly, the rest of the crew went back to their more menial chores, while the captain himself stood around and examined the more... Vocal and curious members of his crew, most of which seemed to be gathered in the area. "D'we have a cook yet?" He asked them, completely forgetting the status of that particular job position on board The Misfortune yet having no choice but to remember the growling in his stomach. "I wan' some breakfas'. Someone go do t'at if y'would, pref'rably a lady since me ma always told me t'at y'need a woman's touch for d'best eatin'."
He directed an expecting glance at Laila, then remembered he needed her to steer the boat. Ah! "Fiona would y- nevermind." She'd probably end up killing half the crew who were too stupid enough to actually not eat her cooking. Who else was there? Oh yes..
He turned to Romelia, who seemed to have her boot on his chest in a rather blatantly dominatrix display. "Romelia, darlin', leave d'poor bastard alone now. I volunteer ye for cookin' duty 'n I'm starvin'," he announced, all but pushing her off Ray as he wandered over to him and bent down stare him in the face. "Ripper, keep 'im alive would'ja. 'e's gonna be importan' fer d'future of d'is crew wit' all d'money 'e'll bring us t'rough ransom."
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Registered: May 18, 2024 10:38:06 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 14:12:03 GMT -8
Prickly Laila's humming, which had been quiet enough that anyone more than five feet away shouldn't have been able to even hear it, let alone find offense, cut off in an instant. Those coppery hues slid over to rest on Romelia, and a change overcame her face as rage boiled within her; her nose lengthened ever so slightly, just enough to accommodate the sudden baring of far too many teeth that were so sharp they gleamed in the sun's light. She snapped viciously in the white-haired first mate's direction, and uttered a grumbling sound, before managing to rein her wereshark's bloodlust back under control. Then she spat to one side and snapped again - verbally, this time.
"P'raps ya need t'get yer giant fuckin' ears cleaned, ya uptight bitch, an' learn th' difference a'tween 'ummin' an' singin', th' former o' which I will do whene'er I bloody well please. If'n ya don't like it, ya 'ave my permission t'go fuck yerself. Ma'am." Trying to afford Romelia what little respect she felt the Flethcer deserved as first mate clearly took an effort - and that amount of respect was indeed infinitesimal. Her outburst of temper over, she settled about ignoring Romelia as she steered the ship. Because unlike some people, she had a job that was actually useful, instead of trying to bully everyone and worry about some stupid hat.
"S'an ugly hat anyway." The muttered accompaniment to her thoughts was then followed by a resumption of her quiet humming. Let someone get on her about it again. Please. She was just itching for a fight.
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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 7, 2016 15:04:53 GMT -8
Ripper yawns as he finishes stitching his coat. The back was still covered in blood, he supposed he would have to clean it. He lets out a long suffering sigh, getting to his feet and throwing the coat around his shoulder. Chuckling at Laila's outburst at the first mate as he goes over to the castaway. With both the Cap'n and Romelia asking him to fix the kid he supposed he would have to. Once he gets over he hunkers down next to Ray. The doctor ignores Romelia and instead addresses Ray sounding more bored than anything.
"Right Ray is it? I'm the ships doctor. We have two options for treat...ahhhhhh...ment. I can bleed you. This will probably kill you, but at least it will be quicker and marginally less painful. The second option is way better for you, you will be instantly cured. The issue is it's a real pain for me to do. So If I.....aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.... do it you are going to need to do something for me. You will have to clean my coat."
Ripper is rather proud of himself. He managed to get through the entire speech with only two yawns. That was pretty good he should reward himself with a nap. Though he supposed business was first though.
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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 7, 2016 19:10:09 GMT -8
Everyone seemed to disperse indifferently not seeming to care that there was a dying man abroad, Gulo himself eyed the male curiously. The captain had been convinced that this male was worth a sort of ransom though the navigator was not so sure . Even on the black-market they were likely to only get a few coins for him. Perhaps the Captain had overestimated his worth-- or it was simply his way of welcoming the boy aboard.- Poison was also a rather unfortunate way to go, and the boot from Romelia wasn't likely helping. lips part expelling a short breath. Were they just going to let him perish then? Though before the Navigator could make up his own mind regarding the situation. Their Captain had ordered the boy to be healed. That was one matter solved.
A wary glance cast towards the First Mate, before finally he pivots off and saunters across the length of the main-deck heading towards the bow of the ship once more. Timber groan and pulleys creak as the ship is made ready for departure. The fact that there were moving again dampened the Hunger that had slowly been growing within him, though There was little desire to actually consume food.
He heard the sea calling towards him as water breaks against the hull of the ship and the boat effortlessly glides across the sea carrying them towards their destination-- East. He pondered a moment and idly fondled the spy glass that he kept tucked against his chest however there was little need to actually use it and as they neared the small outlet for the scum of the sea more and more land masses drift into view, various dunes that broke the surface of the water indicating that they were perhaps approaching a more distinguished land mass. Eyes narrow slightly against the glare of the sun.
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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 8, 2016 7:42:30 GMT -8
"Eh? Cooking duty? Me?"
Romelia looks up at the captain in shock. She's the first mate, why does she have to cook?
"Can't you make Lalia do it? I can steer the ship. It's not like there's anything to run into around here."
Sighing, she steps off Ray and lets go of the rope. It's no use. Why would he pick her? She isn't even a particularly good cook. Prodding Ray with the toe of her boot, she shuffles off to the galley.
"Well, looks like it's parsnips again for lunch. Yay. What fun."
Mumbling incoherently, she walks into the galley. The sound of pots and pans banging and clattering emerges from within, followed by muffled swearing about parsnips.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 10:38:06 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 10:27:49 GMT -8
"..." Laila bristled, and snarled, gripping the wheel more tightly. There was no fucking way Romelia was getting her hands on the helm; she was a prissy, uptight little wench, she could go bloody well cook. Laila didn't relax until the white-haired nuisance went belowdecks. By the seas, she hated Romelia.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 13:15:58 GMT -8
Fiona agilely climbed into her crow's nest. She looked out onto the horizon as she took a seat on her little barrel and propped her heeled boots on the edge of the nest.
She could hear the back-and-forth below and could only imagine the look on Laila's face. Ray seemed to be in pain, and that was a shame, but if the doctor didn't want to heal him, then who was she to stop him? It's not as if Fiona had actually gotten in trouble anyway. Docking her wages wouldn't do much. It's not like she could spend her money on whoring, after all.
Snapping out her spy glass, she began to look in the horizon for that spot of land that would bring them all much relief. They needed to get away from each other before they killed each other. Or tried to. Fiona was pretty sure she'd survive. No one wanted to touch her, if they could help it.
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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 9, 2016 10:16:40 GMT -8
The moment Romelia removed her boot from his chest, Ray would roll over onto his side, giving the painful burning sensation in his back a brief respite. The burning pain was still just barely bearable. Ray would lay on the ground for a bit, gasping for air for a few bit before Ripper would come over.
"F-fine I'll clean you coat! Whatever! Just fix this before it gets worse..." he pleaded. He could feel the pain intensifying ever so slightly every few minutes. Soon, he figured he wouldn't even be able to think coherently, as the pain threatened to engulf his mind.
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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 9, 2016 10:34:27 GMT -8
"Peachy. Don't search the pockets when you do. All my stuff is in them. I'd.... ahhhhhh..... hate to have to reorganize."
With that Ripper locks a hand around Rays wrist. The young man would feel a searing heat, like someone spilled molten metal on his wrist. The next thing Ray would know all the pain is gone and Ripper is screaming in agony. It takes the saw bones a moment to calm down, though he is still shaking and trembling.
"Gah! Fuck Fiona what did you hit this kid with. I am not dealing with it."
With that the ships doctor crawls to the edge of the ship. He rolls up the sleeve of his coat and sticks his left arm out over the side. With his shaking right he uses the knife that had been in his back to slice open his wrist. Cutting a vertical line down the vein. Blood comes spurting out and the knife drops to the sea. He bleeds out quick and passes out.
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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 10, 2016 1:19:12 GMT -8
"Ah t'is is gonna be a fine day ain't it?" Jack asked, clapping his hands proudly as he wandered around the deck in order to give the occasional crew member a pat on the back or a kick up the arse for slacking. He wasn't a particularly strict captain; only in the morning, where he liked to 'help' people wake up and get into the play of things through carefully selected praise or scolding.
"Ripper, if ye get any blood on me nice clean deck I'll stick ye 'ead on d'bow use y'body as a mop d'clean it," he quickly declared, spinning around and pointing dramatically as the surgeon opened his veins over the side of the ship. At least he had the know-how to do that, but still bleeding was always a messy thing.
He wandered over to Ray next, inspecting him curiously now that his pain seemed to have been alleviated by the ship's surgeon. "Good.. Good... Y'won' die now at d'very leas'. Someone fetch me me irons, if ya'd be so kind," he said, holding out his hand expectantly to the side until a few moments later a random scallywag rushed over to his side with a large length of thick, coiled chain. Jack immediately took it, then reached down and grabbed Ray by the back of the collar in order to literally drag him over to the mast.
Once there, he would sit him up against it straight. "Now stay right 'ere, I'd put ye in d'brig but I don' trust ye not d'escape so I'll be wantin' d'keep an eye on ye pers'n'lly," he explained, before taking the chain and wrapping it around Ray and the main mast until all of the length had been used up and Ray was practically wearing a new suit of armour. Locking it in place around the back, Jack wandered back around to the front and gave him a clap on the top of the head before continuing on to the mast.
"Right t'en, take us d't'at island before d'first mate kills us all wit' 'er cookin'!"
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Giant Squid
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Roleplay posts: 4
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 13:45:15 GMT -8
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Post by Giant Squid on Apr 10, 2016 14:28:52 GMT -8
Out of no where eight slimy squid arms flew from the water and grabbed the pirate ship. Who knows why the squid attacked? Maybe it thought the Misfortune was an aggressive whale. Perhaps it was just bored. It could have even been some sort of ceremony for a squid to become an adult. Whatever. Two tentacle were wrapped around the bow, four grasp to either side of the midship, and the remaining two held to the stern. Towering above the eight arms, were two undulating tentacles. They were both half as tall as the main mast.
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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 11, 2016 2:27:50 GMT -8
Hellfire Jack twitched, for a bright and sunny day on the ocean blue had now been ruined by a monster of the depths; it's slimy, disgusting tentacles groping and immorally touching his beautiful boat in inappropriate places. This would not do... At all. Without saying a word, Jack drew the two skull-adorned sabers from where they hung at his hip and held them aloft; one in each hand with a steady and firm-most grip.
Then, he all but disappeared from the deck. With blinding speed, he dashed from one side of the ship to the other, bow to stern, with blades slicing through the near-stationary tentacle flesh with such ferocity that they were almost certain to be severed. Every single one would be cut clean in two, leaving the unfortunate squid wondering why, in little more than a single instant, every one of his limbs were burning with unmatched intensity; so quick that the steel of Jack's blades flashed in the sun all around the sides of the ship to create a dazzling and beautiful show of light.
When finally he was done, Jack came to a halt in the middle of the deck and slid his sabers back through the leather holsters at his belt and released a deep breath. "Gon'n ruined me fuckin' day, why don'cha?" He grumbled, the deck now almost certainly covered in blood. "Someone clean t'is mess up 'n get me to d'island before I decide we're spendin' d'next year eatin' fried oct'pus."
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Giant Squid
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Roleplay posts: 4
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 13:45:15 GMT -8
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Post by Giant Squid on Apr 11, 2016 7:56:19 GMT -8
(sorry Lol, but you can't have all eight arms)
As the squid was attempting to wrap a tentical around the mast Jack Hacked it off. The squid flailed it's arms in a pain. They wobbled chaotically in the air before the Giant Squid retreated into the sea. All it left was one larger tentacle and quite the tall tale.
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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 11, 2016 9:49:31 GMT -8
Ray lets out a shuddering sigh of relief, almost feeling the pain subsiding instantly as he waited for Ripper to cure him. This relief was soon erased along with any coherent thoughts for the next few seconds as Ripper grasped Ray's wrist.
"AHHHHH! WHAT THE...." suddenly the searing pain vanishes as quick as it appeared, leaving Ray somewhat shaken, but no longer in any pain, and instead it seemed Ripper was the one in pain now.
Touching his back lightly at first, Ray soon realized the effects of the venom were no longer present, "What? How did you do that?" Ray turned his head towards Ripper as if expecting an answer, instead he sensed the doctor slowly crawling away towards the edge of the ship where he promptly sliced his arm open. Ray would raise his brow slightly in surprise at this, but otherwise was not able to say anything before the captain approached.
Now on the deck of the pirate ship, with his own ship sunken and him being clearly outnumbered Ray would try to comply with the crew for now, but this did not stop him from protesting when the captain opted to drag him by his collar.
"Hey man! I can walk just fine! You don't have to drag me anywhere," Ray huffed as he was set down. He could try and fight this captain. If he was a normal man, Ray was most definitely stronger than him despite the man's apparent larger form. There was at least one other on board at the time that had strength comparable to him however, and that doctor seemed to be something else too. Ray would need to use another strategy rather than fighting his way out to escape this group. After all they didn't want him on their crew, and he didn't want to be ransomed.
A few moments later, the kraken attacked the ship and Ray along with presumably a few others fell into a panic momentarily before the captain promptly dealt with the beast. From where Ray was chained to the mast he would regard the captain with a surprised expression. From what Ray could tell the man had moved at a blistering speed, faster than anyone who saw normally could even perceive.
A few moments later Ray's shocked expression would dissipate however, and he gained a scowl now, "You know, no one will pay a ransom for me. Nobody would even know who I am," he said matter-of-factly.
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