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Mylo
More Arrogant than You
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 Posted February 7th, 2008 07:31 PM IP   
Pirates Roleplay!
Someone had to have seen this coming eventually.
I'll be out on a sloop-of-war, a fast ship that can carry around 125 men and has 17 cannons, mostly able to shoot from 20-24 pounds. She's the Raptor, known for her speed and powerful cannons.
Every cannon has a different name, yes.
Yes, I researched a bit.
Now, complete historical accuracy is not required. Not at all. But, it must be within reason. Try checking if what happened would be around the era of Caribbean pirates. It is around the 1700s right now.
The Raptor is on her way to France from England, and is only a day away from its destination, an out-of-the-way black market trade island. In her hull is assorted items pilfered from one of Her Majesty's Ships, extra food and weapons, as well as gold and jewels. There is a rather large ruby they lovingly dubbed the Blood Stone. (Pirates aren't known to be very creative, unfortunately.) It is on a rope around the captain's neck.
I'll start after I create the captain's character. Feel free to join as someone on the Raptor, or on the island.
Wait. I forgot to mention.
If anyone so much as breathes "Pirates of the Caribbean", the Disney series, they will die a horrible death. Just don't, okay? That's not what this is.
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Blackstar
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Posted February 7th, 2008 08:18 PM IP
((pirates of the... Emergen-C -dies a horrible death-))
((Emergen-C is a power that fizzes when mixed with water, and it has a TON of Vitamin C in it, i did that so instead of Carribean, it had the rest of the word in fron of it. I breathed it, yet only partially))
(Edited by Blackstar)
Welcome to Life. Your days are numbered. -Rayu
Reply by Blackstar: Welcome to Death. Here is a one-way ticket back home. Enjoy!
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Rayu
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Posted February 7th, 2008 08:20 PM IP
((Emergen-C? What?))
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Mylo
More Arrogant than You
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Posted February 7th, 2008 08:39 PM IP
Hawk stood at the wheel, keeping it steadily facing south. The sun was setting on the water, quenching its light and flame as it dipped lower and lower in the east. Her right hand was lazily rested on the top of the wooden wheel, the ring glowing copper in the sunset. The first stars were rising, Orion already visible in the sky.
"First?" Hawk's voice carried on the wind to the deck, where a group of men were betting on cards.
"Yeah, Bird?" The first mate grinned as he dragged the kitty towards him, adding it to his pile.
"You take the wheel. I'll be in my cabin." Sam turned away and walked towards the stern, to go below deck. She took a key from her pocket and opened her door, taking with her a small bottle of rum.
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Rayu
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Posted February 7th, 2008 10:58 PM IP
Kaylee slapped down her winning hand with a grin. "Shiny. I win. 'Night, Captain!" she called as the first mate pushed the pile towards her with a sigh. Scraping her winnings into a belt-pouch which also contained flint, tinder, and a small pouch of gunpowder, she retired belowdecks to stash the money and take care of the cannons for the night, going through to each one and covering it with a cloth, then making sure its porthole hatch was secure. As she went through the ship, she murmured a goodnight to each one by name.
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Mylo
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Posted February 7th, 2008 11:31 PM IP
After staring for a moment or two at the winning hand, it was only two point higher than his, the first mate got up, and dumped his own hand on the worn tabletop. Noting that the wheel was starting to veer to the right, he grasped it with his left hand, and pointed it back to the south. In his right hand he held a tankard of rum, which dripped on the deck as the sloop-of-war moved back and forth sickeningly. As he swayed in his drunken stupor, the wheel, and thus the rudder, meandered left and right on its path to the island of thieves.
Hawk looked out of the cloudy windows to the sea beyond. Most captains talk about the waters as a lass, her affections moving with the wind. She'd like to come up with a more fitting analogy to fit her position, but none came to mind. The sea was more of a siren spirit to men, but to Hawk, she was just a friend. Perhaps a sister.
Trying to bring her mind back into its reigns, she took another sip from the small bottle, and looked at the map on her wall. In a day, they'd be ridding the Raptor of its cargo. All but the stone, blood red in the lamplight. The captain took off the rope from her neck and examined the perfect ruby once more, as she did every night. Nobody on the thieves' isle would dare give her the fair price it was worth. Hawk sighed as she remembered she'd have to go mainland to sell it in a commoner store.
Her eyes started to water, the lamp was too bright for the pitch black outside, so she tucked the ruby back into her shirt and tumbled onto the bed, left hand rested on her gun.
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Will Willowfeather
Awesomeness Incarnate
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Posted February 10th, 2008 07:21 PM IP
Nick (( call him Nicholas though)) tied several knots to repair various shipping on the Raptor. It was still strong, but there were some things that needed to be fixed after the previous battle. The moon relaxed him, it made him even calmer than he usually was. The perfectly executed webbing was large enough to patch the hole near [i] Resmiranda [i], the ninth cannon. Nick gracefully placed it over and looked to the sky. All he had left was the sea, after everything that had happened. It was so pure and gentle, but it had a temper as well. The white noise gently lulled Nick to sleep as he finished his last net.
I have a lot of cool chars. Check my thread.
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Rayu
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Posted February 14th, 2008 08:03 PM IP
After eyeing Nicholas warily while he was near Resmiranda, Kaylee ascended to the deck and climbed the mast in a dangerously carefree manner, goggles swinging around her neck and oil-soaked hankerchief flapping in her back pocket. Slinging herself into the crow's nest, she tipped her head back to stare at the shiny cannonballs in the sky, her favorite pastime besides working with the real explosives of the Raptor.
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Mylo
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Posted February 17th, 2008 12:14 AM IP
"'Ow're we goin', Kay? Can you see land from 'ere yet?" The first mate called up to the crow's nest mainly to break the spooky silences the ocean so happily provided. "Any English dogs out there we need to avoid?"
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Rayu
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Posted February 17th, 2008 03:54 PM IP
Kaylee waved down happily. "I hadn't thought to look." Scanning the horizon, she called back down, "I think there's a-" the boom of a cannon interrupted her. "I think there's a fight ahead, maybe ten degrees starboard." Swinging down from her lofty perch, she slapped her hands together. "What do you think, are we gonna get some exercise?"
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Mylo
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Posted February 17th, 2008 07:22 PM IP
"Go get the cap- Oh, there you are, Bird. What should we do, eh?" The ringing of the cannons had brought her out of her cabin, to see what what ahead.
"Any reason in particular why we should intervene? They haven't seen us yet, we could wait until it's over and see what's in the loser's hull."
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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sable3332141
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Posted February 19th, 2008 09:24 AM IP
Wolf walked over to the group, staring at the battle. "They may 'ave some stuff worth lootin'. I wouldn't mind a way to make some more gold. I think we should wait 'til they done their fighting, then go in and kill the rest o' 'em."
There was a simple sword on one side of his belt; a gun on the other. His hand was resting on the sword, anxious for battle. If it ever came.
(( Pirates RP, here I come.
I don't care what you guys call me. Wolf, Dog, -shrug-.))
"You know," the wolf growled. "Shapeshifters eat anything when they're in the mood to." Her mouth opened slightly, the sharp fangs growing longer. "I would hate to find out that you're of no use to us." ~Kachena
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Rayu
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Posted February 19th, 2008 11:04 AM IP
Kaylee nodded a bit resignedly, having hoped for a chance to use the cannons. Ah, well. I s'pose I can still fire off Saint Joane a couple of times. "Puppy's right."
((Saint Joan being the name she gave her pistol.))
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Skye
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Posted February 19th, 2008 03:25 PM IP
((tell me if this creeps you out, rayu. XD if so, i'll change it.))
Alan scrambled up the mast after Kaylee in a more careful manner and climbed over the edge of the crow's nest, falling on his back by Kaylee's feet. It was a tight squeeze with the both of them in there.
He grinned.
Alan had always hung close to Kaylee. He'd admired her since the day he'd been forced to choose between joining the crew or the fishes at the bottom of the ocean for attempting to pickpocket a crew member. In his opinion, Kaylee was well worth the sword to the throat; she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen in his twelve years of life.
He scrambled to his feet while looking her in the eye. He didn't dare blink and miss a minute. A vague smile was etched into his unconcious facial features.
With on hand still on the mast, he smoothed back his slicked hair and adjusted his ponytail. His pale freckles and rounded jaw showed his youth.
A silence rained. Alan piped up with unsuccessful coolness, "So your thinkin' of usin' Saint Joan, aren'tcha? It'll be a great chance to see what she can do. And a sword? You're gonna use a sword, right? I betchur really good with swords. I knew someone who made 'em. Think his name was Will, but anyway, we're real good friends from way back and I bet he'd make ya a real nice one - really good quality. On me. No problem." Half of this was a lie, and he was afraid Kaylee might know. Truth was, he had only ever heard of this 'Will' guy. Oh, wait! There was some credibility to his tale - he had delivered a package to Will once. Well, not actually to Will himself, but to the place Will worked, which made them friends enough, right? I mean, if nothing else, he could always just steal one or something.....
And all the while, his red lips kept moving, spewing various tales and incoherent phrases which culminated finally in one big 'Whoosh' as he sucked in a breath after all his talking.
Alan waited for a reply. Something. Anything. If she blinked before he counted to 100, that meant something, didn't it? It was some feedback of affection, right?!
((inspiration - my stalker. but alan is much less creepy. and way less disgusting.))
For every person with a spark of genius, there are a hundred with ignition trouble.
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Mylo
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Posted February 19th, 2008 04:24 PM IP
Hawk looked out to the horizon, where cannonfire lit the waters. The blasts were inaccurate, curving to avoid all the better places to fire a shell.
"They're desperate, both of 'em.
"I don't think you'll find use for that sword on deck, Dog, 'lest you plan to attack one of us." With a tiny, almost insignificant smile, she took hold of the wheel and let the sails catch no wind, until they were ready to go in for the last bit.
"Let's see which is the victor, hm?"
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Rayu
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Posted February 19th, 2008 05:48 PM IP
((Actually, we're on the deck now, but whatever.))
Kaylee took the tiniest step back and smiled rather uneasily. Explosions she could deal with, but men were an alien species as far as the technician was concerned. "Er... right, Alan. That's, uh, very nice of you, but I have a fine sword right here, and we're rather in the middle of the ocean. Maybe when we stop in to port we can find out about this Will person, yeah?" Without waiting for a reply, she whirled around and practically ran to the captain's side. "Gimme a job," she hissed. "Anything."
((Kaylee doesn't care about her looks enough to even realize she's pretty- utterly clueless about that sort of thing. I'm not sure she even knows what looks are. You have a guy stalker?))
(Edited by Rayu)
((EDIT: With my awesome people-drawin' skillz -insert scary music- I have put together a pictorial representation of how sweet a couple Kaylee and Alan would make. CLICK FOR DOOM In case it's impossible to tell, that's Kaylee with a pistol in one hand and a Malatov cocktail in the other, laughing her fool head off as she fires cannons. Also pictured is Alan melting and drooling. I should have made him blushing.... ten bucks to anyone who can guess what I'm on.))
((EDIT AGAIN: Oh yeah, and Kaylee burnt all her hair off and lost her eyebrows; also she is wearing the goggles I stole from Tira. Neither of these is supposed to look anything like the characters in question, but you get the idea. Also Skye, I am sorry but I totally mistook you for Will until Mylo and Cake set me straight.))
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Blackstar
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Posted February 19th, 2008 08:09 PM IP
((she looks like a boy, and wha is with the streached out look?))
Welcome to Life. Your days are numbered. -Rayu
Reply by Blackstar: Welcome to Death. Here is a one-way ticket back home. Enjoy!
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Mylo
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Posted February 20th, 2008 08:43 AM IP
After first stumbling a bit from being almost ran into, Sam sighed and looked up at the stars before replying.
"Your job... Count the stars in the sky. Once you git over a hundred, you can stop." Hawk crossed her arms and went to the side of the deck to watch the fireworks between the two other ships.
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Rayu
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Posted February 20th, 2008 08:50 AM IP
Kaylee whirled around and went to follow her orders from behind the safety of a cannon.
Half an hour later she was still only at eleven, because every few minutes she would glance furtively over the barrel of Esmerelda to be sure she would see Alan before he saw her, then lose count and have to start over.
((Blackstar, I already admitted that the picture looks nothing like it should, and that I have no skill at drawing people. What more do you want?))
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Skye
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Posted February 20th, 2008 06:15 PM IP
((I LOVE IT! and yes, i have a guy stalker. what? - do you expect a lezbo to be stalking me? i'd have made it impossible for her to move if that was the case. eew!))
For every person with a spark of genius, there are a hundred with ignition trouble.
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Rayu
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Posted February 20th, 2008 06:16 PM IP
((Um, yeah... until this morning I thought you were Will posting that, because I hadn't bothered to read the name, and usually he's the one with a guy character. Also, I haven't seen any of your art in over a year. Perfect opportunity to make a do-over, yeah?))
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Skye
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Posted February 20th, 2008 07:47 PM IP
((ah, yes, as soon as i can, i'll send you a beautimous five-minuter.))
Alan went to the side and pretended to be doing something important, head bent too low over his 'work' to really be working. He stole glances at Kaylee every few minutes.
His hand works were much too emphasized for the act and eventually sat idley in his lap as he flipflopped from watching the battle of the two ships and Kaylee.
He caught her looking over at him. He jerked up immediately and raised his head hopefully with a full grin spread across his face in youthful optimism. She looked away immediately. That meant she was shy about the fact that she liked him back, right? Yeah. Course it did. Well, I'll just be a little more assertive, then. 'Snot right for a lady such as herself to have to assert herself like that. Not gentlemanly for me to let her.
Alan rose and walked over to the cannon Kaylee was sitting by.
He opened his mouth idly, grasping for something that would begin a conversation. He looked into her eyes as much as the angle of her face would let him.
((creepy stalker! but, really, alan means no harm. just misdirected and uninformed in the ways of women and filled with boundless youthful optimism. my stalker, on the other hand, just creepy and disgusting and wierd. for info on alan, search 'stalker' on wikipedia - i'm not even joking - he'll be classified as what you will find to be called a 'non-psychopathic incompitent suitor stalker' - just like mine. i say this for a reason: read up on this and it will help you understand what's going through alan's head - and chris's - my stalker.))
For every person with a spark of genius, there are a hundred with ignition trouble.
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Mylo
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Posted February 21st, 2008 05:29 PM IP
"Alan, go scrub the compass, Kay, get over here! It's time to finish them off! Man the cannons," the captain yelled, jumping on the sail boom and swinging it around to catch the wind. The first mate took the wheel, and the Raptor sped forward. The two ships were coming out on the starboard side, where Kaylee was so she could get a clear shot.
"Should we try to get them both down, or raid one swiftly so we can get away before they can fire off at us?"
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Rayu
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Posted February 22nd, 2008 09:19 AM IP
Kaylee grinned in answer, manning multiple cannons to fire at both ships. " 's no way they'll turn on us, captain. They're too busy takin' pieces out of each other. All you need to worry about is getting all the shiny loot out before they go under." Another sharp retort, and a sizeable hole appeared in the larger ship's port side. Water began running in. "You may want to hurry on with that."
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Mylo
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Posted February 22nd, 2008 09:24 AM IP
"Someone jump in, grab what you can from the hull, while we turn around the other side. They won't notice us. Run to the top deck and jump onto ours when we get close enough." Hawk crossed her arms, and waited for someone to volunteer.
"I'll give 'em a larger share of the loot than the others."
I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
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Rayu
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Posted February 22nd, 2008 11:01 AM IP
((Wouldn't this be a wonderful opportunity for Alan to prove his awesomosity to Kay (and get himself killed)? Please don't get yourself captured, because that has proved difficult enough to fix in Feral and tends to derail the plot.))
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Skye
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Posted February 22nd, 2008 04:33 PM IP
(( XD wow. that's funnier to me than you know.))
((i don't know how to go about this, really.))
For every person with a spark of genius, there are a hundred with ignition trouble.
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Rayu
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Posted February 22nd, 2008 04:59 PM IP
((Skye: Alan raised his hand, eager to prove himself to Kaylee, whose attention was completely on her guns. That work?))
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Skye
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Posted February 24th, 2008 03:04 PM IP
Alan raised his hand, eager to prove himself to Kaylee, whose attention was completely on her guns.
((it works.))
For every person with a spark of genius, there are a hundred with ignition trouble.
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