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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 9:25 pm
Derek was about to say something when he heard what the other man had said. The implications of the sentence hit home.
"What? Me?" He said before remembering that this was exactly the reason he'd been hanging around the docks for so long. "Yeah, okay, sure, any way I can make it up to you." He nodded eagerly. He didn't throw in that he hadn't felt right about stealing the watch in the first place. It might make him seem too weak, in a sense. That wouldn't be good if they were gonna put him on the crew.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:09 pm
"Good now ya betta' be good as a deckhand." Rufus said, tobacco smoke in his words. "Until we feel 'at ya did ya repayment, you aren't gonna get much." He took his hand out of the duster. "....Which can vary dependin' if you are goin' to be a good gent on t'his behalf."
Cornelius took his sight off of the kid and around himself. "....Where the hell are they....." He muttered to himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:14 pm
Derek nodded. He could work as a deckhand, it wasn't a difficult job. Hard work, but not difficult. He saw the other man turn away and say something. He almost asked who the man was looking for, but he realized the that could lead to taking them to someone, and the ultimate ruination of his dreams. So, instead, Derek just kept his mouth closed. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and he made a promise to himself that he'd be a better team player when they weren't in his hometown.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:49 pm
"Adda' boy." Rufus took another deep inhale of smoke. "Cornelius, who sent ya tha' rendezvous 'ere?"
"They did not give a name, at least that is what Alice told me." Cornelius noted some people walking towards them, a young drow leading the small group of about 4 as the floor began to clear of people.
"You are the Freeglory crew, right?" The drow asked.
"'Ats us." Rufus replied, turning to face them.
Fancy at that moment, the Drow reached in his cloak and pulled out a brand shiny new silver revolver.
Rufus swore as he leaped out of the way of the gun as hot lead ran at him. Seeing the other drow and the two others draw rifles. He landed on his shoulder, his hands entered the coat, pulling out both of his large handcannons as he rolled over to the concrete support for cover.
Cornelius noted the chaos, noting that the boy and himself were right next to a stack of supply boxes, he pushed off his feet, aimed at tacking the boy to save him from the possible torrent of bullets that charged at them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 8:03 pm
Derek was forced to the ground, and good thing, too, as bullets began flying. He'd never been in a real firefight before, and to be honest, the flying lead scared him a bit. There was a real possibility of death in a situation like this.
"Shitshitshitshitshit..." He muttered under his breath, looking around for a place to hide and let the pros go to work. Looking around through the chaos of moving feet, however, he spotted his lost gun. He started crawling toward it, hoping to stay away from the bullets.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:53 am
Cornelius withdrew the double barreled scatter rifle from his back. The boxes couldn't hold forever, the bullets were proving their scourge as they dug deeper and deeper into them. He had to find at least an open moment.
Rufus noted the the rifle the other drow was wielding, Jenson Arms Spitfire, bolt action, fires 5 rounds in semi or auto, then the bolt is pulled back to eject casings. The others had what looked to be lever action, though he never seen the models before. He heard the bolt being pulled back, the 10 round clip would need reloading soon, hopefully. He peeked out of the hiding, beginning to pull the triggers on the large revolvers.
Boom, boom.
Boom, boom.
Boom, boom.
The rounds pumped out, scattering them as he gave each trigger a good 3 pulls, the party scattered, the drow with the revolver running to find cover, the others going to other supports. He whipped back to the cover, hoping there wasn't going to be a misfire in the chambers.
The bystanders began to flee out of the dock, scared out of their wits from the firefight.
Cornelius saw the chance, he stood from his crouching stance aiming the the shotgun at one of the men that was trying to find cover, he unleashed the fury of both barrels of buckshot, the man tried to dive, but the shot proved to be too quick, hitting him in the legs. He fell quite pathetically, Cornelius went back down, opening the shotgun as both smoking shells popped out of the gun, he dug in his bomber jacket, pulling out two fresh scarlet shells.
((The foes are Npcs, so feel free to control them))
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 10:06 pm
Derek reached is gun and aimed where there had, moments ago, been enemies. However, it seemed they had all scattered for cover. Lifting himself into a crouch, he was surprised when he was lifted by the scruff of his neck by a particularly burly looking man. He tried to aim the gun at the man's midriff and pulled the trigger, firing a clean shot through the man's leg. As soon as he was dropped, Derek took off like a shot, running for cover.
Spying some choice crates, he vaulted over them, landing on his a** hard. He held his gun up to his chest, as if it's proximity kept him safe. Then it hit him: he'd shot a man today. It was both exhilarating and frightening.
Sping!
A bullet rebounded off a support beam nearby, drawing Derek's attention back to the fight at hand.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 2:42 pm
Cornelius crammed both shells into the rifle, his right hand giving a quick snap as the barrels locked into place. He peeked from the crates, receiving the attention of gunfire redirected at him. He snapped back down.
The fire took a deep decrescendo.
This was the time to react.
Rufus ran from the hiding from the pillar, running along them as he approached the man using the spitfire who was fumbling with a fresh clip into the rifle.
Rufus sprang into the air, leaping towards him.
The man pulled back the bolt. Rufus aimed in the air at him and pulled both triggers at the same time.
The blast hit the man dead center in the chest, blowing him off his feet as he fell to the ground, and did nothing else. Both revolvers became hidden as he snatched the long arm from the killed man. Going behind another support beam for cover as one of the drow turned and began to fire at him separate from the rest.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:24 pm
Noticing one of his two new crew mates under fire, Derek aimed his handgun and fired at the man's head. It hit his hand instead, the gun falling to the ground in a burst of red gore.
"s**t..." He said, ducking back behind cover. His aim really needed practice. Just as Derek was peeking over the crate again, a bullet wizzed past him, nicking his face painfully. It was the man he'd shot in the leg, crawling toward him with a gun. Nearly peeing himself, Derek got up and ran behind the support beam, all the while muffling a scream.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:59 pm
As if it was some sort of unknown instinct, Moe instantly ran out of her quarters, heading over in the direction of Caleb's room upon hearing the explosion. Seeing him so out of it led to her giving a small wail of shock.
"Sir, sir, are you alright? Ohhhh...."
Moe took out a cold, damp handkerchief and held it out to him, speaking in a very motherly tone.
"...you aren't hurt, are you...?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:26 pm
Caleb's walked dazed back into the room, wobbling as he returned into the room. The looked around the room, seeing the various shards of glass around it.
What came even more surprisingly was the new shipmate that suddenly appeared in his quarters. "I am quite fine at the moment." Caleb turned away from her. "Please depart my office if you do not require my services. I am quite busy at the moment."
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:34 pm
"Oh, yes, Sir," Moe said, nodding. "Though, would you like any assistance with the broken glass?"
She then held up her hands, fearing she made him angry, and smiled nervously.
"If not, I'll just go and leave you be..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 3:19 pm
Cornelius came from the behind the boxes, standing back up, seeing one of the drow had pinned down Rufus. He took his left hand from the forestock, his right arm aiming the shotgun.
He pulled the first trigger, buckshot shattered through the air and into the support as the drow withdrew.
Rufus took aim with the newly found weapon. Trying to line up the iron sights, and fired. The gun had a heavier kickback than he remembered, the long burst of the gun rocketed his unknowing shoulder, causing the lead to jump around as it flew, missing by a mile. He fled back behind the pillar, pulling the bolt as the five hot casings flew out.
The avian mask turned back to her. ".....I do not believe it should be necessary......" He bent his knees, trying to pick up the hot glass of what was once a flask carefully with his right hand. "I do not remember ever getting your name, please, refresh myself."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 3:28 pm
Moe held out heer hand to shake his.
"I'm Moe, a cook and weaponsmith. I also make bullets..."
She looked around.
"Since I seem to be bothering you, I should leave your quarters. If you need any help, don't be shy! Ask!"
Moe grinned.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 3:39 pm
"I am Doctor Caleb Crowhart." Caleb stood back up, his ghost white hand extended, taking hers. His right still held the pieces of glass, that seemed to have obtained a slight color of a blackish red, his hand was slightly nicked, mostly on his thumb and forefinger. He looked down and a small swear escaped his voice. He released her hand, walking over to the metal rubbish bin and dropping the small shards into it.
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