| Only rpc of mines that will make actual posts within the docks… cause he’s a pirate! Yar!
pirate |
x“Man the helms men! I want this ship to be on alert every waking moment of your miserable day. The captain is resting, but I will be sure to keep you all in line.” A man, voice a loud whisper, stands staring out at sea. His face shows no real emotion but for some reason it exudes a complacence behind it. Panning out, it is shown that the man is on a small rowboat alone. “The captain will be pleased to see everyone working so hard. And once we fetch an actual boat, he will be all the more delighted. As his true first mate, I will ensure that endeavor is a success.” The man comes to rest on the bench beneath him, his knees bending forward and his hands gripping his knees. Once he has seated himself, his head lowers from looking at the sea to the boat floor. He takes one hand, adjusts the katana at his hip, and then angles it so that the hilt remains in reach should he need to grab for his weapon. He gazes upon the mounds on the floor covered by burlap sacks, and then peers up at the darkened sky. "This scene would be far more suited if the sky wasn’t completely dark. The captain enjoys a blood stained sky or a bright morning."
"Both signs of calm before a storm,” the man goes on to say. His other hand, that had remained strapped to his knee, is brought up to the man’s face. He looks into it and then out to sea once his hand is slipped into the space in his two-toned—tan and dark tan—kimono. He wondered, since he wasn’t the best at navigation, if they were on course for Hidden Alchemy. A navigator, not even a good one, would be able to plainly tell that their destination was already Hidden Alchemy and they were headed in the direction of Hidden Void. So, they were going from Hidden Alchemy to Hidden Void. "Stay the course men. I'm adjourning!" The silver haired male with fluffy, curled haired shuts his eyes after a moment. He leans his head back and hangs there, as if he was resting the back of his head or neck against something, and falls asleep.
"You've gone and done it now," a raspy voice states. "The captain will have you skinned alive and fed to the Jester." A piece of burlap from the floor of the ship is flung in the direction of the man that had fallen asleep followed by someone thrusting their foot forward in the same fluid motion. The burlap and whatever it has snared is then kicked off of the boat and into the water. "If the sea is forgiving, you may look forward to being the Jester's meal." A figure is then seen making their way to sit where the other man just was. Their long black hair snakes through the air as it remains poised atop their head in a ponytail. Once they come to rest, they shut their right eye, the other covered by a black eyepatch. Despite having their eye closed, the figure seems to be keeping watch much better than the other individual. "True first mate. The captain dubbed that rank to me. And I plan to keep it." The figure seems to sens something and places their hand on the katana the other male had left behind. "This will be mine."
xNotes::
RPC = Bel Wes Howwell
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Last Post = N/A
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Destination = Hidden Alchemy to Hidden Void
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Words = 576
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