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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 3:37 pm
Gwendolyn disappeared under Sammy's foot and appeared behind him.
Well then if you won't go away tell us.. why you are here.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:27 pm
Kibo looks at the spirits and crew members gathered around him. He beamed, and shouted out to the crew.
Kibo: I have exciting news! We have gained possession of another ship! Sir Tiny... *pauses, and bows his head momentarily* ...bless his heart, has given control of the Lightning to me!
He looks around at his crew, and returned to talking.
Kibo: As my first act as Commodore, I'm giving all of my loyal crew promotions! Storm, you are now captain of the Lightning. Moral, you are my first mate. Recklessgal, since Gwen's left for an indefinite amount of time, you're Storm's first mate. The spirits will take care of manning the cannons, swabbing the decks, raising and lowering the sails, and all the other jobs they've been doing. Got that? Now, everyone, get acquainted with your new jobs, and subordinates, while I show Storm her new ship.
He steps off the bow, and walks to Storm. A small smile curls his lips.
Kibo: Follow me, captain.
He gets into a boat, and waits for her to follow.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:27 pm
Gwendolyn waited for Sammy's reply. Tia Dalma stared at Sammy eyebrows raised. Gwendolyn leaned back against the wall. This was getting very boring indeed.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, mate?
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 1:18 pm
"Hmph. You test me. Come now, you know why I'm heere. I've asked you before. You can raise the dead, for but a year, but you can do it. You can more or less turn people into abominations." Sammy scoffed at her obvious confusion, "Oh yes, that spell? They may be alive, but they're quite damned you see. Perhaps the lovely Tia Dalma would have told you were she ever able to perform it properly. You see, they enjoy life for another year, but are then, more or less, dragged screaming into hell. Now you see, I've struck a pact with the devil so that any who are pulled into his realm unwittingly, or that don't belong there, I get. It's uncommon but it happens, and your little spell seems like it'd work a treat." Sammy traced the tip of his blade up and down her chest, "Now what I'm asking you to do, is bring more back from the dead. Simple as that. Savvy?"
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 3:08 pm
Kibo stops and looks out to sea again.
Kibo: Idiot. Weapons, remember?
Sammy's radius and ulna shatter, sending his blade skittering away.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:26 pm
In a moment he reformed, drawing his dagger and hurling it through her right arm, walking over to his blade and picking it up, then slowly pulling his blade out of her arm, flicking it to rid it of some of the blood that was caught in it, "Ah Kibo... Every time you test me she will face more pain. Actually, I think I'll throw some company your way."
A skeletal claw reached up from the soft sand of the beach and grasped Kibo's leg, followed by another, which latched onto his other leg; and slowly, they began pulling him down into the earth.
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:58 pm
Kibo: How long has it been since your brain rotted? Sammy's skull shatters. And a note appears in front of Gwendolyn.
Gwen,
Please use the dagger this time. It's not that I don't think you can't do it, it's just that I'm not there to do it myself. Your still a member of my crew, and as your captain, I'm giving you an order.
Kibo
Kibo looks down at the skeletal arms grasping at his feet and smiles, letting them drag him down. Kibo: Let me free your souls. His head disappears below the sand. Moments later, a bright light flashes from below the sand, and a large crater appears, with the remains of many skeletons littered around Kibo, who was sitting cross-legged in the center. He resheathes his blades, and gets up. Kibo: There, a few more spirits to add to my crew.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:39 pm
Gwendolyn read the note a look of amusement on her face. Then she sighed.
Captain? I thought you said you wre the almighty Commodore. Fine then, if you so insist...
She then struck Sammy with the dagger. Sammy fell to the ground, surprised.
It amuses me that you keep thinking you can hurt me. I don't feel anything and there is not a scratch on my skin. Come now, is that all you can do? you are boring me.
While Sammy was writhing in pain on the floor, Tia Dalam quietly slipped away. Even if Sammy would not let her go. She was gone anyway. Gwendolyn leaned against the wall.
So...
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 12:18 pm
Sammy was rattling slightly when he pulled himself up. His skull had reformed cleanly, but whatever she had hit him with hurt something fierce. Grabbing a pair of red dice from his pocket and, now standing erect and looking rather frenzied, he rolled them, watching the result, "Twelve you live, anything else you die."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 12:28 pm
Sammy looked carefully over the result and cocked his head back in a hideous laugh. Immedietly, the ground beneath Gwendolyn opened up, and a massive hand, with long talons and leathery, black skin grabbed her. None could abide that without fear, and her screams grew less and less noticeable until finally there was silence. Sammy looked up at Tia Dalma, "So, my old friend. Did you know I'd come? Or did you think I'd not notice such a personal boon?" Sammy's cruel eyes searched her face, a skeletal grin stretching across his fleshless face.
Further away, a new mate would just be boarding the Boneyard. Her flesh would be intact, as she'd be useless that way, but burned forever into the back of her neck would be the number 13, in jagged script. Gwendolyn had become part of Sammy's crew.
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:43 pm
As the potral began to close, a small bird skittered into the room, flying down into the shrinking hole without any restraint. Several moments later, a heavily adorned spirit flew from the solid ground, carrying a translucent Gwendolyn. As the Indian Spirit landed, Gwendolyn's body became solid again. He turned to Sammy, and spoke in a crackly, yet firm, voice.
Spirit: You shall not harm her.
The Spirit throws a knife into the ground, and spits upon it, before changing into a bird, and flying away.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:04 pm
In the moment when she was solid, the claw pulled her down again. Noone can deny the Devil, no matter how unnatural their powers are. She would serve on the boneyard, as the tapestry of fate demanded.
"You are quite the strange one, eh Kibo Botch? We'll meet again, trust me." With that, Sammy exploded into a pile of bone shards, which melted into the sand. Only moments later, he stood on the deck of The Boneyard, eyeing the faceless souls aboard for his newest addition.
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:12 pm
A shot rings out, and the clawing hand explodes into tiny fragments. Standing before Gwendolyn is a faint outline of Kibo, smiling at her, then disappearing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:56 pm
For a moment there was silence, then a horrendous roar pierced the night air. Before Kibo rose a monolith of sin. Beelzebub began pulling himself out of the earth. He lifted his hand to his monstrous face as it began to rebuild itself. He looked down at Kibo, the Prince of Demons had grown angry with this mortal. He simply looked at the foolish one intently, his gargantuan form gazing down at him. His voice was horrific and booming, eachoing in the very souls of those who heard it, "You dare challenge me? Human? You shall beg for death..." Beelzebub lifted one of his great cloven hooves and sent it crashing down onto Kibo, "You shall inhabit the lowest circle of hell." Beelzebub saw that his enemy had easily avoided the attack, "A little fervor then. It matters not. No man can hope to stand against me." Beelzebub growled menacingly and unsheathed his massive ramdao. This would not be a victorious fight for the mettling captain.
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:59 pm
((Read all of my last post.))
*has already disappeared*
((And your signature scares me.))
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