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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 7:20 am
*The silvery mass returns to the form of the creature. It slithers away to find another injured crewman.*
Creature/crewman: "Fool, you will pay for halting my escalation!"
*The dead crewman is dropped to the deck as the creature rushes for Natasha claws bared...*
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:05 pm
Natasha stands up quickly, pulling the sword out of the deck.
"This time, I'm prepeared. You will die."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 5:16 pm
alchemist09 [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." (Wait, where'd this chest come from? Or is it a bomb?)
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 8:24 pm
(Oh i should probubly explain ^.^ In another post i introduced these chests, yes they are bombs. Some of them i used as messages, but this one is a bomb. XD)
[concorde]
*The Parasite slithers from side to side as it lets out a long high pitched screech.*
*The crewman run forward as the crewmen on the roof prepare to fire.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 3:52 am
Natasha smiles, readying herself for the creature's attack.
"What are you waiting for...or is the big bad monster scared?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:32 am
*The Creature lifts his claw above his head, rain begins to fall on teh deck as the Storm reaches the shores of Tortuga. The rain pounds agains the deck as the claw comes down on Natasha.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 11:13 am
Natasha slices at the claw, sending it plummeting over the side of the ship and into the water below. Staring into the creature's face she drives the sword into it's body hard and deep. Once again flames erupt from her hands engulfing the creature again.
"Have fun living through that. The flames aren't affected by water or rain and the sword..."
The sword flies out of the creature and into her hand.
"...is always controlled by me."
She smiles.
"So, how would you like to die. By sword or fried."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:53 pm
Kibo holds out his hand, and a red mist comes from his right arm, surrounding he body. He snaps his fingers, and the mist swirls rapidly, before parting, disappearing. He unsheathes Farind, holding it defensively.
Kibo: I prefer a waltz. The woman makes the first move, and the male dominates from that point on.
He smiles mischievously.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 3:52 pm
Storm pouted.
"Only three steps. Ah well."
She stepped digonally forward, so that her body was just in front of Farind, but off to the side to Kibo's front. She brought her little knife on guard and kept a stright face, dispite how rediculous it looked in contrast to his long sword.
"Your move, mister Kibo. If it helps, imgine my hand in yours, and your hand on my hip."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 3:54 pm
Kibo jumps forward, purposefully clashing his sword against her knife.
Kibo: If it helps, I've been imagining that for the last month.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 3:59 pm
Storm grinned and slide once more to the slide, disengaging her knife. She attacked with her movement and slashed at Kibo's upper arm, more a mesurement of his skills then as an attack meant to draw blood.
"Such thoughts, Kibo. Why didn't you tell me of them sooner? I could of made them come true."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:03 pm
Kibo clashes his blade against the knife again.
Kibo: Farind, Trap!
The blade twists around the knife and her arm. He pulls her close, so her face was just over an inch from his.
Kibo: It's not too late, you know.
He moves his face closer, stopping a hair's breadth from her lips, and chuckles, releasing Farind's grip on her arm, and pushing her away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 6:30 pm
Michael: (thought) I think i may be sick... "This is a battle, not a royal party. Ms. Storm feel free to kill him in anyway you wish."
*Michael strode over to the stairs and climbed up to the helm where a spectral crewman was trying to grasp the wheel.*
Michael: "step aside."
*Michael took the wheel as the Santo Columbia began to sail towards the combating ships. From such a distance the fired shots crashed on the decks of her targets. One Cannon ball flew onto the deck of the Concrode causing the ground beneith Natasha and the silver creature to fall below deck.*
[Concorde]
*The leach moves slowly into an attacking poition after the flames dissapear the creature is a more pure shade of silver than before... but the liquid is begining to move more slowly... The creature tries to speak, and this time it calls up a voice of its own.*
Creature: "Mwaaahahahaha... You know nothing of alchemy do you? Silver is purified through fire! Your attack are only strengthening me!"
*The creature is too busy boasting to noticed that only part fo his claw has reformed. He exends his other claw and begins to swiftly slash towards Natasha.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:01 pm
((Whatever happened to Francis and Unblinking? Here's the last post I did, and then we kinda just forgot about them...))
[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.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:50 pm
(oops since Sir Tiny's been off for a while i forgot about what was going on with the Sunset.)
*The Unblinking jumps from the helm and tries to pull the liquid from the deck between his fingers. he manages to bring a small amount onto his tongue, but it is not enough to restore him. Black moke drifts from his shoulders as his picks up a sword from a dead crewman. The Unblinking swings the sword at Francis his skill makes up for the poor condition of the sword.*
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