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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:22 pm
Kibo: God, he doesn't learn. Well, maybe this'll help.
He grabs one of the nearby men, and drags him into the other room. A few minutes later, the man runs out screaming, and clutching at his bare chest. There, carved deep enough to bleed, but not enough to be immediately fatal, were the words, "I don't negotiate with fools."
Kibo: You'd better hurry. He'll bleed to death if you don't cover him up.
The man falls unconscious on the floor.
Kibo: I'd say you have about 30 seconds.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:32 pm
*Zuan sighs.*
Zuan: "have you learned nothing from your encounter aboard the Dagger?
*Zuan does not move and after thirty seconds the body fades away leaveing a pile of coral and seaweed with several fish flopping on the floor. Two remaining crewmen clean up the mess.*
Zuan: "This crew is bound to Don Miguel's book and so they cannot die. They alreay suffer a far worse fate."
*Zuan stands up.*
Zuan: "I will leave the two of you now, I am needed on deck."
*Zuan exits.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:51 pm
Kibo turns to Storm.
Kibo: I bet you 20 gold pieces he asks me to negotiate again, either himself or one of his lackeys.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:54 pm
Storm grinned.
"Done. But wasn't your note a bit merciful?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:58 pm
Kibo: Ay, there's no pleasing you, is there? The only reason I didn't carve it deeper is that you'd have told me off for "ruining the decorum of the meal," or something. You know, for all your differences, you're just as contrary as Zia and Maida.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:16 pm
*Up on deck Captain Zuan looked at Tortuga in his telescope as it shrank in the distance.*
Zuan: "Yes, we are keeping a good pace. take us another 20 miles out before lighting the flair."
*the time passed as Zuan's guests ate their meals, without windows they had no way of seeing immediatly where they were and Kibo was already distracted by the current issue of Storm's loyalty.*
Zuan: "Ah good. Light the flair."
*The crewman obediantly lit the flair and soon the Seaham came into view followed by two large transport ships, Michael's army had arrived. The Seaham set two boards connecting the two ships and welcomed the crew of Devil's Play onboard. Captain Zuan stopped before Smithhee.*
Zuan: "You were gone for along time, the captain was begining to think you'd be late."
Smithee: "I always keep to me word, and I always come when i says i come. hey where the heck is Victor isn't he s'pose to be here?"
Zuan: "Victor is dead."
Smithee:"Tsk.tsk. always was a sickly lookin fella. Honest i always said a prayer i said dear lord help poor poor Victor..."
Zuan: "He is dead because he betrayed the Captain."
Smithee: "An i never did like that Son O' a Bi..."
Zuan: 'We don't have the time for this. Crew prepare for departure."
*As the Seaham parted from the Devil's Play Zuan lit yet another fuse.*
Zuan: "Poor mr. Botch never did seem to learn."
*The transport ships sailed away ahead of the Seaham. The Seaham made great speed getting away from Devil's Play. The ship was rigged to explode in a matter of moments or if the watching eyes of the Kraken relic served their true purpose. They kept a watchful eye on Kibo and Storm. If Kibo tried to use any of his powers the ship would explode.*
Smithee: "We really didn't give them fellas a chance did we?"
Zuan: "they'll both survive the explosion, I've seen it myslef. But the trip to shore may be a bit tougher. Mr. Botch may be able to walk on water but hopefully ms. Storm will slow him down."
Smithee: "I though you told me she was on our side!"
Zuan: " I believe she is, and the Captain will repay her for her troubles, most likely with another ship. he's just giving them away these days."
Smithee: "I'd like it better to jus blow 'em up much more fun to watch."
Zuan: "You're an idiot."
Smithee: "You say sumthin."
Zuan: "no."
Smithee: "Okey doky then."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:17 pm
Storm rolled her eyes.
"Yes, that must be why all women get along well together: we are always contraditing outselves."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:24 pm
Kibo: exactly. Now if you'll excuse me, we've left port. You've met Allen, right?
Allen launches from the shadows, grabs Storm around the waist, and rockets back into the darkness, appearing behind Zuan and Smithee.
Allen: These men were planning on killing you.
Meanwhile, Kibo yawns, waiting to see when the explosion would happen. Once it did, he could manipulate the giant fireball, and take out the other ships. Even an expert Pyromancer couldn't produce that much flame, but manipulating it was easy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:52 pm
Storm rubbed her face, annoyed.
"Could some please bother asking next time if I wanted to be 'rescued'? This is really starting to get annoying."
Not to mention, it was royally screwing with her plans.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:54 pm
Kibo sighs, drumming his fingers on the table, waiting for the ship to explode.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:18 pm
*Zuan turns and shoots Allen in the head with a concealed pistol.*
Zuan: "Sorry for the inconvenience ms. Storm. We knew you could ahndle yourself or else i would have called you above deck with me. This is Smithee, third in command under the Captain. And those..."
*Zuan motioned to the transport ships are our troops. The ships reached the docks and the crew disembarked.*
Zuan: "They will hide in the city itself, until the captain raises his fleet. As for your friend Mr. Botch..."
*Zuan checked his pocket watch.*
Zuan: "He will be taken care of in three minutes, unless he tries to use his own powers, he will detonate the explosives sooner."
*Zuan looked over at the corpse.*
Zuan: "Some one take care of that please."
*Smithee tied a chained cannon ball to Allen and tossed him over the side of the Seaham.*
Zuan: "Consider this your call to Rebel. Will you Answer it?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:57 pm
Storm glanced at the ripples created by Allen's corpse. She smiled.
"Of course. Kibo has become a bore and, for now, Michael seems more interesting. Although, all this whoshing me around really has to stop."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 7:19 pm
Zuan: "You are our commanding officer, and if you want the whooshing to stop, then it will stop."
Smithee: "Heck, ya can even whoosh me around to even things out."
Zuan: "And I can shoot him to lessen the annoyances. Now we do have orders. Without whooshing we are to take you to your ship and you will follow us to a point at sea to meet the Santo Columbia. There is just one thing we must take care of... What is to become of your other ship, the Dagger?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:11 pm
Storm tapped a long nail against perfect, white teeth. The sudden white on black made for an odd contrast with her silvery hair and laveneder and silver clothing.
"Kibo has it well warded against attack...as well as it's crew, if they are on board, at the time...it'll be a nusiance in the up coming battles, to be sure, but then, so will all his other ships. I swear, that man is everywhere sometimes...if not him, his little pups...I supose Michael will want a survior, of sorts to spread word to the wide nations of the world, correct? A ghost Dagger would, however send an excellent messege to the necromancing scum...but then, said scum would probably find another way to just raise the dead crew..."
Storm was merely musing aloud. She found it helps a lot to do so. She stopped, thinking silently for a moment then a slow smile spread across her face.
"Gents, I think I might have found a solution to all our problems. Come along, Death Wind needs her kill and we have an unfortuet 'accident' that needs preparing."
So saying, Storm turned and stalked off, walking quickly towards her new ship, not bothering to look back to see if her new 'friends' were following.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:23 pm
Kibo: this is taking too long.
Kibo snaps his fingers, and a spirit appears. He taps the first marking on his arm.
Kibo: There, blow me up already!
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