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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 14:39:39 GMT -8
Carmen grins, lifting her sword. She never did get much chance to swing it around, unless she was raiding or pillaging. Most of the time, if she needed to deal with someone, a sharp slap sufficed. Still, she's had plenty of practice in bars and fight clubs. People like watching pretty girls fight, for some reason.
"Alright then, let's go."
Whipping the blade around, she swings it downwards straight at Jill's left shoulder. It's a beginner move, but one she's used to great effect countless times.
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Jill
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Roleplay posts: 397 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Jan 31, 2016 14:49:22 GMT -8
Jill draws one of her two scimitars, in order to match Carmen as she grabbed her blade. The beach made for an excellent, even comfortable place to have a quick match, though Jill would be sure not to take it too seriously and to fool around a little bit.
As such, she did not opt for an instant counter-attack and instead chose to draw the practice match out with a back-step and parry. With a left step back into her stance with most of her weight on her back foot, she brought the lower end of her blade to strike gently against the opponent's to guide it aside her shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 14:57:32 GMT -8
Pulling her blade back and away from Jill's, Carmen lunges forward again and jabs it at the hand holding the sword. At the same time, she kicks at Jill's stomach with her left leg. She still hasn't put her shoes back on after her swim, but there's still plenty of force behind the kick.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
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He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 31, 2016 15:01:21 GMT -8
Roarin stomped down the beach. One of the locals had informed him, that an unmarked ship had made port at a private dock. Since the guard force consisted of him, and a couple of locales it was his job to see what was going on. Once on the dock he roars at the ship.
"AHOY SHIP! THIS BE A PRIVATE DOCK, YE NEED TA SHOVE OFF! I DUN CARE IFFIN YER PIRATES, SO LONG AS YE DON'T CAUSE TROUBLE. BUT YE NEED TA GO TEST YER SMUGGLING SKILLS AT THE PORT. OTHER WISE I'M JUS GUNNA SINK YER DAMN BOAT!"
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Jill
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Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Jan 31, 2016 15:10:55 GMT -8
Pulling her blade back and away from Jill's, Carmen lunges forward again and jabs it at the hand holding the sword. At the same time, she kicks at Jill's stomach with her left leg. She still hasn't put her shoes back on after her swim, but there's still plenty of force behind the kick. Yet as Carmen pulled back and away, Jill stepped forwards. Her blade, still against Carmen's own, slid alongside the first half of Carmen's blade and swiped horizontally for the exposed midsection; there was little time if any at all for Carmen to pull back and then thrust forwards again. Unless she was inexplicably armored, she'd probably find Jill's sword well within drawing blood and even more--had she not stopped the strike just in time. At this point Carmen might have wanted to reconsider the kick, though if she were truly committed, Jill's hilt would suffice as a brace and bludgeon against the opponent's bare feet. Would Carmen have time for a counter-attack? Jill's response would put her in quite a bind--and then there was the sudden yelling to deal with. Roarin had just showed up. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 15:14:52 GMT -8
Carmen decides against kicking, and chooses to jump back and away from Jill's blade. It's then that she notices the shouting mayor.
"Uh...who're you?"
The man looks familiar...perhaps someone she's gone treasure-hunting with? Who knows. Carmen, it seems, is terrible at recognizing people. However, she does recognize the tone of authority and puts on an innocent face.
"We're very sorry, sir."
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Jill
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Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Jan 31, 2016 15:23:07 GMT -8
"Yes! Um..! Sorry!"
She smiled a nervous smile, as though she had just been put on the spot. Yet it wasn't that she got in trouble, it's that she wasn't used to saying sorry like that... especially in front of her rowdy crew. It just wasn't her style, but Carmen had set the precedent.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Feb 1, 2016 21:03:55 GMT -8
"Heh..."
He was glad that didn't escalate.
"Jill... quite the duelist, as always... Carmen, for you, we can perhaps find... other uses."
He didn't specify what those might be, but he also didn't decline her to be his crew, either. In fact, it seemed she was now on board, and at least in some part inherited the riches they'd just plundered.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 16:31:06 GMT -8
"...Other uses?"
Carmen hesitates. She's not above lowering her neckline a little to get a job, or showing off at bars for free drinks, but...other uses? That's a bit much, isn't it? Ah well, a job is a job, and she needs the money badly. Who knows, maybe they'll have her helping the cook or something. Not that she's very good at cooking.
"Well...thanks, I guess..."
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Feb 2, 2016 21:31:40 GMT -8
Karath's stone cold countenance remained cool and unwavering as he seemed to touch upon a sensitive note with his forthright comment. He looked her in the eyes as she thanked him for her less than desirable allocation to unknown "other" tasks.
"Come with me."
There was no cushioning to his tone. It was a command.
"Jill, bring us aboard."
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Jill
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Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Feb 4, 2016 20:16:53 GMT -8
"Aye, captain!"
With exaggerated enthusiasm, the girl placed a hand on both Karath's and Carmen's shoulders. Closing her eyes, they'd feel a surge of energy, before the world as they knew it was replaced--colors swapped areas and lines redefined, and after a reeling sensation of dizziness, they'd be aboard the ship.
Jill had magically teleported them both.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 7:18:10 GMT -8
"Waaa!"
Carmen's head spins as she struggles not to vomit. What happened? Where is she? Glancing about, she sees that she's on the deck of a ship. Did she get teleported?
"Urg...could you give me a warning, next time?"
As her stomach settles, she takes in her surroundings for real. It seems to be a pretty well-kept ship. At least, the upper deck seems clean.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 22, 2016 9:02:57 GMT -8
Karath's ship, the Mulleres, was moored off the coast once again. It had been awhile since he'd visited this locale. He missed the presence of Jill, the hedonistic and bubbly acrobat swordfighter who aided him in many-a-boarding on the high seas. Now with much experience in piracy and a new first mate, ex-captain John Blackstone, he decided to take a break on the island again, allowing the crew to hang out on the beach for awhile.
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