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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:27 pm
Glancing from the group of men heading her way, over to the barkeep, and finally falling on Robichaux as he fled, it really took her no time to make her decision. Only a fool would stay here. Katrois darted after a man she barely knew. And was doing so rather willingly. Even though he appeared to be a man with many enemies. /Very/ many enemies. A wonder he went anywhere, and not such a shock he seemed to be avoiding others inside the inn.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:28 pm
((Going to bed now-- a surprisingly good run for today, I'm thinking this rp is really going to catch on.))
Robichaux looked back to see Kat following and smiled "I hereby welcome you Katrois, into the Rosenrot crew! The rowdiest band of blaggarts to open sail!" Men burst out of the bar swinging swords before Levowitz lead them off to the pier, he was taking them to their boat. "It seems our ol' pal Levowitz wants to take this fight to the sea!" He shouted back to Levowitz "You think you can take me Levowitz!? You think you can take the rosenrot!? You're going to need the whole navy before you can sink my ship ye filthy bilge rat!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:30 pm
Ooc: Me too. I believe Rune is too? -yawns- All of us are rather tired. Very good roleplay for today. ^^ I enjoyed it immensly. G'night.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:31 pm
In a fluid motion, Silver vaulted over the table that seperated him and the Captain and landed squarely next to the Robechaux and 'Kat'.
"Why I do this is simply beyond me." With two quick motions he had rehidden the knives and drawn his pistols, then stepped in front of the captain and the siren. Preparing to shoot.
"Captain.. go.. " He whispered this and then shouted," Just sit back down boys.. nothings wrong.. just go back to your drinks and I wont kill you."
This is when he was charged and, after kicking the nastiest of the bunch in the face, he turned and fled after the Captain and the newest member of the Rosenrot crew.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:32 pm
((Yea yea.. I'm tired.. see you all tomorrow *yawn* By Crow))
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:33 pm
((a bit late on the draw Rune, we're out of the bar.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 10:34 pm
((edited my post... took me a little bit to format my post but it fits now))
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:23 am
Gourou Bandai ((Raven, would you mind terribly bein' first mate? Good C by the way, cool pic too.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 10:03 am
Name: Clemenza "The Bulletdodger" Harper(Ok so the name clemenza is borrowed)
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Merc looking for work
Appearance: 6'8 very muscular, many scars on his chest and arms,shaved head, His left eye is dark brown and his right is light blue.
Clothing: dark brown open vest showing a lot of his scars,dark brown pants and boots,.
Weapons: Two brass knuckles made especially for him, two metal(wristband type things,I want to call it a gauntlet but thats more of a glove.)
Bio: His mother and father died when he was at an early age,most people took his different eye colors as a sign from the devil and would not help him,He eventually came across some pirates that fed him for the work he did on their ship,as he got older they also taught him how to navigate and fight although he was never very good with a sword or a pistol he excelled when using his fists.After many years the pirate ship was ambushed by three french ships and was destroyed,The only survivor was clemenza who has been working as a merc ever since.
Additional notes: Clemenza has been fired upon at point blank range multiple times and still has not been hit.
((Is this ok? just tell me if anything needs to be changed.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 12:12 pm
Chris crouched up the large pole at the front of the pier, watching ships dock and sail. She watched with interest as people came and went, some rather shady looking and others in uniform. A short ways off were two boys, probaly younger than she, apparently paying for a crime. Though, what crime required each to hold two bottes of rum? Stealing liquor? She shrugged and turned her attention to the person apparently guarding them. The figure was dressed as Chris might've expected a privateer to dress...or even, a pirate.
Interest peaked, Chris decided that these two must be new "recruits"...though whoever would recruit the snivelling whelp to the right had to be crazy. He'd never make a pirate, he'd either break or die...and that was of no use to anyone.
She wondered exactly how much attention was paid to the young men's features...probaly not all that much...not to mention she and he were fairly similar in build and features, and their clothes weren't all that dissimilar. The one to the left was much burlier, heavierset and muscular, older of the two as well. He was more than likely a blacksmith's son....and if so, she pitied the second boy all the more. There was only a couple reason's why a blacksmith's son would be like he was...and it was probably because he was sickly. Which meant that he wouldn't even last as long on board a ship as Chris had originally thought. Then of course, when he died, the brother would set it upon himself to be an avenger, and then he would probably die to. No, it would be better Chris' way. If only she could make it work. Everything was set up just right now, and if she moved quickly, her plan would work.
Jumping off her pillar, Chris landed on the wooden pier with a soft thud. Checking around once, she slipped into the water, and swam over to under where the two boys stood. Whispering, she instructed the younger boy to stumble back over the edge and into the water.
"If ye value yur life, by all the gods fall into the water!"She hissed, barely loud enough for the boy to hear. "And you!" She spoke at the older boy, "As ye love yur brother's life, play along."
The boys did as they were told, the younger figdeting as if he were uncomfortable, and then falling into the water. Grabbing him as he hit, Chris shoved him under the dock, grabbed one of the rum bottles, and took his place, splashing around helplessly.
"I can't swim!" She floundered here and there, putting on a good show. The older boy moved instantly, helping her out of the water, and playing his part perfectly. In fact, by the time she was up on the deck again, the "recruiter" was back to his steady, watchful, stance a couple meters off. Chris' headband was jerked over her eyes by "her" big brother.
A loud commotion a half moment later insured that Chris would more than likely get on board the ship before anyone realized the switch.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 12:12 pm
(Sounds just fine, but if you just started on hand the ship already that would be good-- as it's looking like we're leaving town..And is the name taken from the Godfather? I remember a Clemenza being in there...)
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 12:55 pm
Andrea had been stationed back at the ship to keep an eye on the remaining crew while the Captain and a handful of others went on land to restock and attempt to snare a few new crew. Even though their time in port had been rather uneventful thus far Andrea was not surprised in the least when the sound of gun shots and furious shouts reverberated through the air.
She stood from where she had been sitting in the rigging off the side of the ship.
"The daft b*****d..." she muttered before turning to the crew that had remained on board to safe guard the ship.
"Weigh Anchor!" she shouted to get the crew to prepare for departure as she sighted Captain Robichaux and Marcus along with a third person that she did not know running down to the docks with all possible haste. Obviously they had managed yet again to cause some sort of pandemonium while in port, she thought dryly to herself
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:06 pm
"Andrea!! Get the crew to load the guns! Levowitz is on our arse!" Robichaux clambered up the wooden steps to the ship and to the stern, grabbing a hold of the wheel he gave it a good spin and took in a good breath of air. Once orders had been called back he saw a look of exasperation from Andrea, he shook a finger at her-- though Robichaux saw three. "Now you listen here lass, I didn't start this one! It was all that scutting barnacle Levowitz-- and I!" Robichaux let out a belch and wiped his mouth, grumbling to himself before swinging his arms in the air "All hands on deck and on the guns! Batten down the hatches!" He shook his head briskly, the salty fresh air clearing him a bit, he took a swig from a jug of water he left at the steering wheel when they came in.
Coming out of the port, the sun shone on high and the day was perfect for a fight on the open sea. Levowitz came on fast behind him as he heard rauscous shouts from the crew-- the guns were ready and the whole crew was itching for a fight. Robichaux pulled his cutlass from the scabbard; "Arr!!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:22 pm
"You bloody drunkard." Andrea retorted as she turned her attention to the crew. "Roll out the long nines! Throw a ball and chain at them when you get a clean shot Hassings!
Riveus, cast a bundle shot when in range!" she shouted.
(((Crap I got to go to algebra class, I'll be back hopefully in time for our first sea battle. whee )))
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:23 pm
((We'll wait for ye. whee I have to go too. -___-)
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