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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:08 am
Natasha's entire body erupted in flame, when the flames died seconds later she had disappeared from beneath the creature and reappeared in flame behind him. She grabbed her sword and ran it through the silvery flesh of the creature, hoping it would be enough to kill him but knowing deep down that it probably wouldn't.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:40 am
*A dark fire burned inside of Michael, like a hunter corner his prey he was set... he knew Kibo's weakness... Or at least something that would hurt him. the began to heal, but left a bleeding cut where Renji had cut into him.*
Michael: "So it all comes to the surface. I must admit my self, surprised. I thought of you as a true pirate, emotionless, a man who's only concern is to himself. I thought of you as a true admeral, but to hear that you drive your self to such a battle for a wound of the heart."
*Michael looked over to Storm who still sat on deck, unaffected by all that had occured.*
Michael: "Did you hear that, miss Storm? It seems you've left a scar in our dear Admeral!"
*Michael jumped over to Kibo swining his sword around at Kibo's side. There was no need to aim to kill anymore, the fatal blow was due to come soon enough...*
[Concorde]
*The silver creature fell forward but the sword cut through the silver as if it was water, leaving no wound. The creature made a sharp turn coming back at Natasha, clawing at her. The creatur catches her in the shoulder, scratching and stabbing into her with one hand as it pulled the other hand towards her heart...*
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:56 am
Natasha snarled as she kicked the creature away, her wounds healing within seconds. Her mind raced to find something inside her that could kill it when her hand felt heavy she looked down at her hand where there was now a sword grasped in her hand. She looked at the engraving on the handle
"Narcissa Blackheart" She whipered to herself. Knowing that Narcissa was no longer influencing her but, as her appearance showed, had still left her mark.
She turned to the creature.
"Really, I've changed my mind about these pieces of metal."
She grinned as she lunged towards the thing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:51 am
*The creature slithered forward blocking the blade with its claws. It slithered to teh side approaching a dying crewman. It's hole opened wide and clasped around the crewman's head. The creature hoisted its puppet to its feet and used it to speak.*
Creature/crewman: "Fool! No metal, no magic shall stain me! By killing you i complete the stage of Nigredo and approach the stage of albedo!"
*the Creature released the now dead man and charged at Natasha. unknow to the creature the center of it's body, where he was hit critically by Natasha's flame is still in the process of healing.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 12:30 pm
alchemist09 [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." "Well, unless you are here for a drink. I can't let you past." Damon says, reaching for his cutlass at his belt. (Sorry, for the really long delay in posting this. I've been busy in one of my other guilds...)
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 12:56 pm
Storm raised an eyebrow, watching Kibo and Michael whack at each other.
"Run away and be my queen for all and ever?"
She rolled her eyes and her fingers toyed idly with Golden Storm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:13 pm
Kibo blocks the attack effortlessly. Charon had healed himself, and his left arm returned over the stump from Kibo's shoulder, which itself had begun to lengthen as it healed. He unsheathes Farind, hitting Michael with the side of the blade.
Kibo: Farind, trap!
The blade sraps around Michael's waist, lacing around his arms, legs, and throat, holding him coldly in place. Kibo holds his at arm's length, studying him and his grotesque form in the little time he had left alive.
Kibo: You'll find wounds to the heart, Michael...
He pulls Michael closer, thrusting Renji through his chest, where a normal human's heart would be.
Kibo: ...are the easiest way to nullify those cumbersome emotions.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:38 pm
*Michael did not struggle as Rengi pluinged into his chest. Michael looked at the sword with interest. Michael melted away like water and slid back into place on deck. Michael grabbed Renji and threw him onto the deck.*
Michael: "Ever hear the saying heart of the Ship, Heart of the crew? It is a very powerful spell that applies to all in service of Jones. I forfeit my heart and now share one with the Devil himself..."
*Michael held up the black book.*
Michael: "... It's now in paperback."
*Michael slashes the book in the air sending a dark jolt towards Kibo. Michael then appears next to Storm.*
Michael: "Well, it seems that I have underestimated your value to Mr. Botch. Care to have a little fun with him?"
[Tortuga]
*The Crewmen look at Bigfoot.*
Crewman 1: " Awww sorry mate, we aint in the mood for a drink."
Crewman 2: "We here on buisness!"
Crewman 3: *pats the chest* "Aye! Big buisness!"
Crewman 1: "But you could always help us... Care to join the crew of Don Miguel?"
*An explosion a few blocks away sends a column of black smoke into the sky.*
Crewman 2: "yea, he's the one with all these fun fireworks."
Crewman 3: *playing with a single rocket.* "Aye. REALLY FUN fireworks!"
*The fuse lights sending the rocket spiraling into the air. The flash of red light illuminates the menacing faces of the three thugs.*
Crewman 1: "Or will you be the kind of bloke that'll try to be all heroic?"
(don't worry about it, everyone seems to be getting back from vacations so you really haven't missed much. =D )
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 8:08 pm
Kibo grabs the bolt with Charon's blood-red arm, sending it harmlessly into the water. He looks over at Michael, and for the first time since the battle had began, he waits. He had decided to himself that if Storm attacked him, he would work to defend himself only. He knew that if Storm died, she wouldn't wanted to be brought back with what she considered such a low branch of magic. So that only left him with one option: not to let Storm die.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:36 am
"I would have been insulted if you hadn't offered."
Storm carefully undid her sword's belt, lying it on the deck behind her. Golden Storm was set atop it. Turning back to the belt, she pulled a single, small knife from it's sheath behind the jeweled clasp.
"So, mister Kibo, it seems you will get your wish after all and fight me."
She struck a pose infront of him.
"Care to dance?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:54 am
*Michael leans against the rail watching the two closely.*
(thought) The shear evil of the moment is exciting!
*the book's pulse mimics a heartbeat and a wicked smile crosses Michael's face.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 12:14 pm
Natasha watched as the creature came closer and thrust Narcissa's sword though the centre of it's body.
"You will never kill me."
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 2:02 pm
alchemist09 [Tortuga] *The Crewmen look at Bigfoot.* Crewman 1: " Awww sorry mate, we aint in the mood for a drink." Crewman 2: "We here on buisness!" Crewman 3: *pats the chest* "Aye! Big buisness!" Crewman 1: "But you could always help us... Care to join the crew of Don Miguel?" *An explosion a few blocks away sends a column of black smoke into the sky.* Crewman 2: "yea, he's the one with all these fun fireworks." Crewman 3: *playing with a single rocket.* "Aye. REALLY FUN fireworks!" *The fuse lights sending the rocket spiraling into the air. The flash of red light illuminates the menacing faces of the three thugs.* Crewman 1: "Or will you be the kind of bloke that'll try to be all heroic?" (don't worry about it, everyone seems to be getting back from vacations so you really haven't missed much. =D ) (That makes me feel better, thanks.) Damon looks over the three thugs. Damon knew he was good with a sword but no good enough to best three men all at the same time. Keeping on hand on the hilt of his sword, Damon puts his other hand to his mouth and lets go a sharp whistle. From the Black Boar come two men, both of which looked like they knew how to use the weapons they carryed with great skill. One of them wore black pants, old looking leather boots and no shirt. To replace his missing shirt, the man wore two leather belts across his chest which hung a total of six pistols. The other grabed in what looked to be full plate armor minus the helmet, held two hand axes, one for each hand. Damon looks from his allies to the three thugs, "I stand on no side, my days on the seas are over." Damon says, "Now I say again, unless you are here for a drink, leave!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 6:46 pm
[Phantasm]
*the creature stops short, with the blade stabbed through him.*
Creature: "At last! Essence!"
*The silvery ooze washes over the blade absorbing Narcissa's essence. The creature begins to take the shape and form of Narcissa.*
Creature (narcissa's voice): "I owe you a great deal, normally i would have to wait until the master gave me an essance of my own, but now i can just take this one. I have now elevated to albedo!"
*With a silvery claw the creature knocks Natasha aside.*
[Tortuga]
*The lead crewman looks over the two new men.*
Crewman 1: "You aint the only one with friends in high places."
*At that several men line up on the roof tops aiming pistols and rifels at the men. The three crewmen lift their bandanas over thier mouths, as the other 2 pick up the chest.*
Crewman 1: "Tick tock gentelmen, we haven't got much time."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:31 am
Natasha stabs the sword into the deck, watching as Narcissa's essence is ripped from the creature's body and is absorbed back into her own.
"Don't mess with power you don't understand."
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