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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 5:21 am
*Michael looks curiously at these markings but ignores them. Michael chases after Kibo and breaks off pursuit as a gunshot narrowly misses Michael's head and breaks throgh Kibo's sleeve. The bullet it destroyed once it comes in contact with Kibo's armor but the small section where it hit changes from its normal crimson color to black and back again. Michael puts away the pistol and draws his sword once again.*
*As Death Wind circles the wrekage that was once the Concorde and the Phantasm, as silvery mass slithers up the side of the Concorde. It stopped on deck and cut through a crewman from the concorde. The silvery leach changed itself into a mirror image of the crewman before destroying the body. The monster moved slowly away from the crew of the Phantasm to Natasha who stood at the helm of the Concorde.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 2:00 pm
Kibo, runs forward again, punching Michael in the stomach. A blade extends from his wrist, stabbing through the enemy. Kibo slices the blade to the side, out of Michal's body. He knew it wouldn't do anything, but still, it made him feel better.
[Sunset]
Francis hits his heel into the deck, and blades come from the toes of his boots. He uses these and his wave swords to climb up the mast with unusual speed and agility. Soon, he had caught up with Unblinking, wrapping his legs around the monster's arms, the toe blades stabbing on the underside of Unblinking's biceps. He holds the wave swords, blades in, towards his throat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 4:44 pm
[Sunset]
*The unblinking tries to turn his head around but realizes he is mortal. The Unblinking believes he is going to die...*
*El Fantasma notices his first mate is in trouble and signals to one of the two crewmen. The phantom nods to his captain and glides off. The phantom glides through the mast knocking the Unblinking and Francis off. The Phantom grabbed the Unblinking and carried him to the stern of the ship. The Unblinking enjoyed the ride as he watched Francis fall...*
[Santo Columbia]
*Michael felt his body reform.*
Michael: "That looks like fun!"
*Michael dashes behind Kibo and stabs his sword into his back. Michael pulls his sword upward slicing Kibo in half.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 5:13 pm
As the blade hits, it, like the others, turns to dust. Kibo takes the opening, swinging his blade around, and cutting off Michael's arms. He quickly takes a cloth and covers the wounds, so once Michael's arms regrew, they'd be slowed down for at least a bit. Kibo quickly takes all of Michael's weapons: his pistols, knives, swords, bombs, and anything else he could find, setting them ablaze, the wood burning, and the metal melting. Meanwhile, the black marks on his back had covered a majority of his back, and the center had completely peeled away, leaving the spinal column bare. Kibo smiles, and swings his blade at Michael's back, severing the thick nerve cluster. Michael's legs immediately crumple under him, their signals no longer being sent to his brain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:30 pm
*Michael nelt motionless on the deck but in his pocket the black book sent out a violent pulse. The pulse forced Kibo back and as the enrgey made contact with Kibo's armor it changed to black and back to its usually crimson color. The books pulse restored the ashes of the four homunculi into one. The homunculus walked over to its creator and touched its hand to his back. The Homunculi melted into a silvery goo and replaced the nerves damged by kibo's attack. The book settled down as Michael stood up, his arms now fully reformed. Out of Kibo's fire the kraken sword flew to michael the fire melting off of it rather than the steel.*
Michael: "Have you forgotten about my ace up my sleeve? I'll admit your armor is impressive, but we will see just how long your luck lasts!"
*Michael dashes forard again bringing his sword into kibo's chest. The armor stops teh blade but rather than either being destroyed they are seperated by a thin energy barrier. The armor dims to black but returns to a powerful crimson color Michael's sword is repelled, but a small black spot remains. The color is not returning and slowly a hole opens up as the black spot turns to ash...*
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 7:04 pm
Kibo jumps back, clutching the spot where the hole was made.
Kibo: You idiotic fool! Once a hole comes into the barrier...
He trails off as he looks in shock at his own neck, where the blood-red armor began to rush up the peachy flesh, covering the lower half of his face. His voice turns deep and raspy: the voice of a demon.
Charon: Nobody defeats me!
Kibo's arms are forced into fists, and he hits himself in the back of the neck, knocking Kibo out. Charon covers the rest of his face. Kibo was no longer present in their battle. It was only Charon. A black cloud explodes off his body as Michael's spell evaporates into thin air. Large membranous wings sprout from his back, and his snout elongates, and a long tail sprouts. Charon was now fully formed. Charon disappears, and reappears in front of Michael, plunging his hand into his enemy's chest, and pulling out a small red bead, which seemed to be formed from 4 other beads. He crushes the bead in between two fingers. Immediately, silver fluid leaks from all of Michael's pores, forming a puddle on the ground.
Charon: That'll fix your little homunculi problem.
He plunged his hand back into Michael's chest, shiving his otherhand in after it. He pulls the arms out opposite sides, half cutting, half ripping Michael in half. He grabs the two halved, and flies high into the air, setting the halves ablaze, and throwing them down at high speeds back onto, and through, the deck. Charon flies through the holes, grabbing the top half by the head. It explodes into hundreds of flaming people, despite they were underwater. Charon flies back onto the deck, shaking the water off his wings.
Charon: Come on, prey! You better have not died from an attack as weak as that!
[Sunset]
Francis holds his blades out in front of him, and a large disk of light appears, catching Francis. He tosses the blades in the air, and grabs the disk, throwing it at Unblinking. The disk cuts through the rigging as it passes through, and even part of a mast, without slowing at all, as if it was simply flying through air. It was heading towards Unblinking's throat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 5:44 am
*The Unblinking watches the disk approach and falls to the ground at the last moment. The disk soars over him and sails off of the ship. The Unblinking, weaponless and mortal realizes he only has once shot.*
Unblinking (thought): The blue Vile! 'Captain! Throw me the blue vile!"
El Fantasma: "I am the one who gives orders here! MIND YOUR PLACE!"
*El Phantasma's sword clashes with Faulk's.*
El Fantasma: "I am also a little busy at the moment so if you watn it..."
*El Fantasma pulls the vile from a chain around his neck and holds it out in his hand.*
El Fantasma: "Come and get it yourself!"
[Santo Columbia]
*The ghostly crew tried to fight back against the creature that stood on deck, but were stopped by Faust's curse. Helpless and in fear of being taken next the crew returns below deck. The water begins to gro fierce as the storm above peaks. Thunder rolls and lightning strikes threatningly near the battling ships. A bolt of lightning strikes Charon, but the demon does not even seem to notice. The water below the Santo Columbia turns black. The ring of darkness emitted by the book extends to the battling ships and Tortuga's coast. Michael slowly rises from the water his wounds reformed by the seaitself and the life inhaiting it.*
Michael: "All for the greater good, eh? Every creature in this sea would gladly die and spare its life to me. Let me show you what i have collected."
*Michael's body turns grey his arms grlow longer armored with skulls and bones of dead sea life, his nails the teeth of sharks, from his shoulders sprout sharp coral formations. His teeth form sharp, jaggid rows. His eyes became black and emotionless. A powerful tail and a set of shimmering skeletal wings, comprised of many fish fins bound together. On his head, emerged two finscurving toward the back of his skull. His coat was ow a tattered cape.*
Michael: "This really isn't a place for demons such as ourselves..."
*a largewhirlpool opens up beneith the Santo Columbia and the ship is lowered, slowly to the bottom. A bubble forms around the ship, which now drifts below the water. Michael dashed forward catching Charon in the stomach with his own clows and tears into his chest as he pulls him to the top of the bubble. Michael slams his left claw into Charons throat. Cutting a large gash, Michael sticks his claw into Charon's throat. Eels slither into and down his throat. Michael Removes his hand and binds the wound with sea weed, purposly tied too tight. With a powerful kick Michael sends Charon flying onto the deck of the ship.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 3:44 pm
Charon sighs, and runs a sharp nail across the stomach, pulling the eels out, and tossing them to the side. He touches the seaweed, and it bursts into flames, falling away from each wound as they close. He grins, showing off long canine fangs, but otherwise normal teeth. He holds his right hand up, and a fireball surrounds his entire arm. The fire disperses, revealing the flesh and bone had burned away, leaving only a soul, but visible. He disappears, reappearing behind Michael, and plunging his hand into his back, pulling out a translucent blob from Michael's body. He grins, devouring it.
Charon: Mmm, it's the immortal souls that taste the best. And I didn't even have to blow mine up.
[Sunset]
Francis twists his hand around, and disk turns, cutting through Fantasma and the bottle. Fantasma would reform, but the bottle's contents were already gone.
Francis: Nuh-uh, no cheating.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:52 pm
Damon comes out of the "Black Boar" tavern, bottle of rum in hand, and begins to head off toward the coast. Standing at 6'3", Damon was very easy easy man to spot, and yet he goes around getting himself in trouble just for the fun of it.
Once a great sailor, Damon had once sailed the seven seas in search of hordes of treasure and after 7 years at sea, his luck finally found home. Out of the horde, Damon took enough money to last himself a lifetime. That is if he hadn't gambled it all away. On the return trip, Damon encountered many battles on the high seas.
Now a landlubber, Damon lives and works in the tavern "The Black Boar" which one of his old friends took over after his father died.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:51 pm
[Tortuga]
*Another explosion sounds in the distance as several of Michael's crewmen rush through the streets. Three of them stop at a street corner, two are carrying an explosive chest.*
Crewman 1: "Looky here, the "Black Boar Tavern"! Reckon this will make a pretty big Ka-boom, eh?"
Crewman 2: "Let's haul 'er in then!"
Crewman 3: "Aye!"
*the crewman approach the bar, the first stops in front of Damon.*
Crewman 1: "Pardon sir, we gots a bit 'o work to do inside."
[Sunset]
*El Fantasma continued to fight, despite the loss of his hand. The blue vile slid along the deck, being kicked from side to side by battling crewmen. The Unblinking rushed down from the helm after the vile.*
[Santo Columbia]
*After a moment of motionlessness a dark pulse rung from inside charon. A dark static danced around his spectral hand ripping it apart into a fine mist. Charon's stomach churned and soon vomited up the glowing orb. The orb glided back into Michael.*
Michael: "tsk, tsk, shouldn't touch what's not yours."
*The same dark static was building up in Michael's palm. Michael flung his arm forwardinto charons chest, where the blue flesh began to separte back into a peach color. The static bagan to pulse through Charon in places, separating him from Kibo. The static was also rebounding on Michael transforming him back in some places.*
Michael: "If you'll excuse me, this battle has been reserved for Kibo."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 8:09 pm
Charon grins as Michael explodes. Even as he was being separated from Kibo, he managed one last trick.
Charon: You don't think I'd just give something so rare back to you?
He splits from Kibo, reverting back to Charon's Claw. Kibo falls to the ground, gasping for air. He sees the blade sitting in front of him, and gasps, grabbing the blade as fast as he can. His eyes roll back into his head, for but a moment, as he had another battle of wills with Charon. His eyes glow, as Charon reverts to it's form as Kibo's left arm.
Kibo: Well, that was a big waste of time, huh? Wow, Mikey, you sure are ugly now. I don't even think a mother could love that.
He rushes forward, as Charon's claw forms in his right hand. He stabs it into Michael's stomach, twisting it in the wound as Michael's face begins to burn away.
[Sunset]
Francis jumps down, landing several feet from the bottle. He stomps on the bottle, breaking it and sending the liquid inside onto the deck, where it began to soak in.
Francis: Lick it up off the deck if you want it. You won't even get your face within a foot of the ground.
He holds the blade to Unblinking's throat again.
((Oh, a heads up to ya'll; I'm gonna be going to Florida on Sunday. I'll be back the Sunday after. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get on in Florida, so I just figured I'd let ya'll know now.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 6:17 am
(have fun in Florida! )
[Santo Columbia]
*An enormus black pulse sends Kibo flying backward as the Santo Columbia re emerges. The water gathers around michael and teamed with the dark energy he reforms, for the most part. His chest and face is badly scarred.*
Michael: "I gave you a second chance so the book gave one to me. You really should be more careful mr. Botch. If you cannot controle your own demons, then maybe the dark arts isn't your best subject."
*Michael drew his sword the blades forming back to its jagged form. Michael runs forward and catches charon's blade. The power of the kraken itself sheilds the sword from Charon's Claw. The sword separate and clash again. Neither swordsman can find an opening. Kibo succeeds and catches Michael in his side, but the clashing of the two swords has weakened their powers.*
Michael: "This is truly exciting! A battle of followers of the dark arts! It is truly a shame that we could not work together. But now these swords are merely swords to both of us."
*The two swords clashed again and again, and this time Michael breaks through catching Kibo's shoulder.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:46 am
((Please don't control my character. mrgreen ))
Kibo: I'm not gonna be lectured about controlling inner demons by someone who signed off his own soul for a bit of shine.
Charon's Claw recedes back into his wrist, as he draws Farind and Renji, using Farind to block, and Renji to attack while Farind was blocking.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 1:42 pm
(sorry 'bout that some times i get too into rping if you watn me to go back and delete something let me know.i promise it wont happen again.)
*Michael continued to attack but began to wonder how is other captains were doing...*
Michael: (Thought) What are those fools doing!? One of them should have broken through by now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 2:36 pm
Kibo: Farind, trap!
As he blocks an attack with Farind, the blade wraps around Michael's, immobilizing it. Kibo swings Renji at Michael's kidneys; or at least where the kidneys would be located on a human.
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