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 Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 3:05 pm
Storm again shrugged that Gaelic shrug.
"Must have just sipped my mind."
She fell in line with Ranu, keeping to his slower pace, respectfully.
"Would you like me to heal the leg?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 4:51 pm
Kibo's ship Dagger
"As long as nothing else did, I'm relying on that cookie." He glanced at Storm at the heal comment, "I didn't know you could." He let it swing into easier range for her then replied, "if you don't mind."
The Dagger slowly shook itself out and re-engaged the Santo Columbia. The cannons fired scattershot [loads of musket balls in a can, basically. They spread out in a fan and hit a wide range] at the ship. The flashing told that Kibo was there, but he could probably survive the shot. As could whoever he dueled, probabaly. Any mortals on the Santo's deck, however, may be in a state of less luck.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 4:58 pm
"If you do not mind magic spit."
Storm grinned and licked her thumb, running it along the wound. It healed as they watched, leaving a faint, pink puctered scare behind.
"Better?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 8:19 pm
(I am going to escape this attack, but i need everyone to post wether or not they are ready for this to end. ok?)
Michael: "Cheater!"
*Papare fly from the books slicing through vines and coming around to slice Kibo. A claw, formed from the paper, grabs the lance and forces it to the side as Michael forms his own lance and walks away down the deck.*
Michael: "Ready, Mr. Botch?"
*The claw releases Kibo's lance.*
Michael: "Charge!"
*Michael runs forward with his lance, still far from Kibo.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 8:49 pm
Kibo: Lunging Lance!
The vertebrate handle of the lance separates, connected by the blood red string, and crash into the handle of his lance, shattering it. Kibo runs forward as the ink reforms the lance, until he is too close for Michael to use his lance.
Kibo: Charon's Claw!
The blade reverts to it's normal form, and Kibo shoves it through Michael's stomach. The skin begins to burn from Michael's face, leaving portions of his skull visible. Kibo grins evilly, kicking Michael in the chest, and pushing him off his blade, before he could kill him, and to within an inch of the bloody aura surrounding them. A claw begins to rip at the seal, towards Michael's back.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 1:24 pm
*Michael spins around, half of his face a skull. Michael grabs Charon's claw with his hand and watches it as it begins to blacken.*
Michael: "I see you have some darkness in you. I may have failed in taking Tortuga, and I may have failed in killing you, but perhaps i can suceed with one more of my goals..."
*Michael's skeletal eye begins to glow, glaring into Kibo's mind. A moment later his body turns to blood and sails off of the deck and into the water. Michael's black book land on the deck and turns to ash. The waters around the Santo Columbia begin to dip downward. A large whirlpool splits the sea. The Santo Columbia begins to sink down into its core as the whirlpool widens reaching for the rest of teh ships. Michael's psychotic laughter echoes across the battlefeild.*
(ok i am dead now so you can go on fighting and destroying/killing anyone else who is fighting for me. have fun escaping the whirlpool =D and i will return soon Mwahahahahahahahaha!)
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 3:25 pm
Storm stumbled as the Dagger shuddered into the whirlpool. She looked up reflexivly at her Golden Storm as it was sucked into the wirlpool as well. She scowled. Storm was not going to let some half-crazed human destory what took her a pissing constest to win.
She made a mystic pass in the air with one hand and muttered a short shtring of words. Golden Storm started shrinking agian and by the end of the it's third turn around the pool, it was once more a toy-sized play thing. It disappered in the white washed water.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 4:28 pm
Kibo's ship Dagger
"Thanks," Ranu said hurriedly as he caught sight of the waterfall. "ALL HANDS," he called, cupping his hands, "brace the mainsail, leave the guns if you must." Moving from Storms side, he half ran half hopped to the ships wheel, counter turning against the whirlpool. "MAN THE OARS!" he roared, as the crew sprinted below decks. The ships sides opened as oars were pushed out. Mainly intended for if a ship was stuck, the oars struggled to fight the turrent. "More is needed," he muttered, then clicked his fingers. Passing Storm, he begun to reload the port side cannons on his own. The usually rather swift process would take far longer, but may shake the ship enough to free it from the storms power.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 4:56 pm
[Phantasm]
*Carmine wiped the blood from her face as she looked out at teh whirpool.*
Carmine: "I never expected to find another person like me, we just can't seem to stop one another."
*Carmine stands up, her cloak wrapped around her.*
Carmine: "Let's give it some time, dear. I am going to leave you for now, but when i return, we'll settle the score once and for all."
*Carmine jumps on the rail and whistles, the guard jumps away from his opponents and stand besides Carmine. She solutes to Natasha as she falls backwards over the rail, the guard jumps in after her.*
[Dagger]
*The voice of the guard is echoing and menacing.*
Guard: "We are not finished yet!"
*The guard slams his staff against Ranu's face sending him to the ground. The second guard lands behind storm and stabs the spiked end into her back, pouring electricity into her.*
Guard: "That is for stabbing me!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 6:07 pm
Kibo holds the sword to his face, taking a deep breath. He heara something behind him, and spins around just fast enough to cut into a man coming up behind him. The man looks down in astonishment at his own blood, flowing freely from his stomach.
Kibo: Yeah, Mikey's dead. Ya'lls mortal now.
He pushes the man off to the side as he bleeds to death on the deck. Kibo taps the 4th marking on his arm, sinking into the shadows. He appears next to Natasha, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Kibo: Hey, Aquamancer, I need your help in getting rid of this whirlpool.
He taps the 5th marking on his arm, moving his hands in a large circle. The whirlpool slows considerably, but still enough to pose a danger to his ships.
Kibo: C'mon, Nats, I need some more help here.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 6:51 pm
*The water's speed up as the water begins to slowly turn red, the rushing water begins to sound like echoing laughter. The Santo Columbia has finally reached the bottom and crumbles as it makes contact with the darkness. The tides continue to pull ships downward as the storm itself grows stronger.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:09 pm
Kibo takes a deep breath, stopping his hand movements.
Kibo: Nevermind, Nats, we need something different. Like maybe... Ooo, I've got it!
He grabs Natasha around the waist, sinking into the shadows, and rising beside Ranu, putting his hand on his shoulder. He looks at Storm with cold indifference, touching his foot to hers. The four sink into the shadows, rising again on the coast of Tortuga. He lets go the them, and walks to the water's edge, looking at his fleet being swallowed by the water, a strange smile on his face.
Kibo: Now we can build them better. Oh, yeah, one more thing.
He snaps his fingers, and Natasha's gang appear beside her. He holds out his hand, and a small purple boat appears in his hand, the words Golden Storm inscribed on the side. He tosses it at Storm's feet, a faint smile flickering on his lips.
Kibo: Nats, now I'm gonna need your help. We're gonna make new, more macabre-looking ships, out of vines. Is anyone else here are Trabamancer, perchance? We need to make them look as evil as we can. After all, we're gonna be needing some grotesque-looking vessels to inspire fear, after all. Storm, would you care to help?
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:42 pm
*Richman jumps over the rail onto the Deliverance where Zuan stands calmly at the helm. HTe Deliverence plows through the Whirlpool with ease and is quickly approaching shore.*
Zuan: "Our great Admeral has fallen behind, so I am now in command. Crew prepare yourselves!"
*The remaining crew, who is not below deck rowing, prepares to burn the town.*
Richman: "At last, some fun."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:47 pm
Kibo, his hands in his pocket, grins at the sight of the oncoming ship.
Kibo: Well, well, looks like the ships'll have to wait...
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 12:06 am
Vines begin to wind themselves around in the shape of a ship, Natasha's eyes faintly glowing green as she concentrates on building the vessel. The vines grow quickly, winding themselves perfectly around each other. Within seconds the first ship is built.
"Who says they'll have to wait?"
Natasha smiles. Her eyes returning to their normal colours.
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