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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 6:09 pm
private roleplay vii
Katrina and Melchy meet Tyler, a pleasant sort of fellow, and Christian, a peculiar sort of child. Trees get broken and numbers get exchanged. Looks like Melchy might be going to daycare soon!
COMPLETE
yule logs and demon boys
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:24 pm
open roleplay ii
Melchy reunites with Harper, Riley, Keres, and Chris. Katrina meets some old friends, one old enemy, and enjoys holiday cheer the good old-fashioned piratey way.
DEAD
its a christmas party! no, really!
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 10:38 am
private roleplay viii
Melchy meets up with Harper again, shows off his new amazing kidness, and goes on to wreak havoc with his old friend. Only chaos can ensue when the two go unsupervised.
COMPLETE
cant touch THIS
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:53 pm
all grown up and off to destroy people. “What are we going to do with you, Melchizedek?”
“Cap’n?”
Melchy wasn’t really listening; rather, he was nested in the windowseat in their new house, flashing his knife back and forth in the watery winter sunlight, brooding back to the fight the day before. Those boys hadn’t managed to get him too bad—kids with knives were generally not things you wanted to deal with, especially if those kids talk and act like pirates—but they had still landed him a shiner and a cut on his lip. He hadn’t stabbed anyone, but one of the kids had a broken nose, or so he had reported, proudly, to Katrina. And now the Captain was upset and had grounded him for the day so she could pace, and talk at him on occasion. Either way, Melchy figured it was best to just agree with whatever it was that Katrina was saying to him and encourage her to talk so she’d go away sooner.
“Melchizedek, Melchy...” Katrina sighed, and Melchy actually looked up at her this time. “I know you’re already bigger and that you know what you’re doing, and that you can take care of yourself....but that doesn’t mean that you can immediately go sprinting off to get yourself in fights. Melchy...”
She shook her head again and locked her hands behind her back. Melchy realized, at about the same time as Katrina, that in spite of herself, the Captain wasn’t acting like a captain. She was acting...
She was acting like a mother. Melchy and Katrina both tossed their heads back in surprise and blinked in shock. There was a hefty pause while both of them weighed the implications. Katrina was the first to recover.
“Melchizedek,” she said, reverting to dangerous formality to hide her own surprise. “I don’t care how big you get, you need to check in with me before you go anywhere, and if you get in another fight again without my sanction, I’m going to skin you alive and hang what’s left of you over the door as a warning for the rest of the crew. And if you do it while we’re at sea, I will personally slit you open, rip out your entrails, and feed them to the seagulls. Do I make myself clear?”
Startled by the sudden, violent shift in tone, Melchy blinked and nodded, taken aback.
“Oh...yeah. Yeah, Cap’n. Sure.” He shrugged noncommittally and then looked back out the window.
Could it be that Katrina was actually fond of him? He dismissed it as a passing fancy. Katrina was his captain and would never be anything else. The world order would be ruined if she ever became his...mother.
He couldn’t even bring him to think the word. It bewildered him too much.
“Well...” Katrina sighed and shrugged and looked at Melchy. He looked back at her for a moment. “Oh, you little rogue, how can I be angry at something like you?” she growled, obviously torn between maternal instincts and her typical aloof gruffness. Pulling Melchy into one of the rough hugs he often saw the rest of the crew exchanging, she thoroughly screwed up his hair, smacked him on the back of the head, spun him around, and pushed him roughly in the direction of his quarters—she had thoughtfully reconfigured a large closet into a comfortable bunk for him away from the rest of the crew.
Melchy didn’t mind the quarters, but he would’ve like an opportunity to get his hands on the rum that went around. He’d have to try it eventually.
Preoccupied with this idea, he trotted off obediently, and didn’t even notice that Katrina was smiling fondly after him. Better that he didn’t—it would have just disturbed him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:57 pm
private roleplay x
Melchy and Keres meet again, fall into the ocean, and solidify their friendship into something even greater.
COMPLETE
the ocean breathes salty
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:58 pm
private roleplay xi
Melchy meets a peculiar small child with a generalized aversion to cats while he awaits the diagnosis of whatever it was he caught falling into the ocean. Katrina meets Gwen and doesn't like her.
COMPLETE
just a case of the sniffles.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:25 pm
private roleplay xii
Melchy discovers the wonders of siren song and coffee shops, meeting a pair of very interesting little ones in the process. Katrina and Hawkiss encounter the most bizarre woman either of them have ever met. Katrina discovers that the Flower Power era was better left buried.
DEAD
sugar and caffeine
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:43 pm
unexpected bad news is always the worst.
"Melchizedek, phone!"
Melchy hadn't even looked up at the ringing, simply expecting someone else to get it. Cap'n's shout barely made him flick his ears, and instead, he stretched until his back popped and shifted position, wrapping himself back into his blanket and pulling his box of tissues closer to him. He didn't care what else was going on. The doctor had told him it was pneumonia, and damned if he was going to do anything short of lay sedentary and cough his lungs up. The phone rang again, and Melchizedek looked sidelong at it and was overtaken by a sudden coughing fit.
"Melchizedek, phone!" Katrina said, this time exponentially louder, loud enough to penetrate even the obstinate cat-child's hearing. He growled unhappily and flipped himself onto the floor, slinking over to the coffee table and answering the phone on the third ring, still clutching the blanket around his shoulders.
"Aye?"
"Um...hello...is Katrina Chandler there?"
"Aye," Melchy answered, then stood there quietly, waiting for something. Katrina's voice rang out from the other room.
"Melchizedek, who is it?"
"Dunno!" Melchy called back.
"Do they want to speak to me?"
"Iunno. Asked if y'was here. Izzat th'same thing?"
"MELCHIZEDEK!" Katrina screamed, and was in the room in a second, shoving Melchy away and taking the phone from him. Melchy spat at her and flattened his ears before stalking back over to the couch and flopping back down. Stretching out, he yawned in annoyance and flicked his tail, watching Katrina on the phone. "Aye, this is she. Aye. Mmhmm." She paused for a long moment, and her eyes widened slightly, expression going suddenly wooden. "Aye, I did. As did the boy." Melchy sat up when he was mentioned, watching with interest as Katrina's expression fell and went suddenly wooden.
"Cap'n?" he asked softly, but Katrina waved a hand at him and he shut up, waiting for her. Her expression fell even more, from wooden to upset to alarmed. He waited. A few seconds passed.
"All right. Thank you," she said. "Yes, I understand. Thank you. Goodbye." And she hung up, pinching the bridge of her nose in a way Melchy rarely saw, the way that meant she was upset or troubled, not angry. Melchy sat up again, crossing his legs and leaning forward at her. After a minute, Katrina dropped her hand and looked over at Melchy. "Melchizedek..." she began, then frowned. "Melchy, I've got some alarming news."
"Aye?" Melchy asked, pinning his ears. Something was wrong. Katrina's face was never that grey. Katrina sighed.
"You know your friend Harper?"
"Aye."
"Well...there was a fire at his house, and....I guess it got bad and nobody was there to help, and..."
"So where are they? Are they okay, an' all? D'they need someplace t'live, or what?" Melchy asked, tilting his head.
"No, Melchizedek. It was a bad fire. There were no survivors." Melchy went cold, staring wide-eyed at Katrina, mind suddenly blank. His stomach, which had been fluttering for a moment, had suddenly clenched and gone cold as ice. What was Katrina trying to say?"
"....what?" he said.
"Melchizedek, there's no easy way to say something like this. Your friend Harper died."
Melchy stared at her wide-eyed, unhearing for a moment. She hadn't just said that. There was no way she had just said that. Harper wasn't dead. There was no way Harper was dead. That was just ridiculous. Absurd. The blanket slipped out of his fingers and slid off his shoulders, crumpling on the floor as he stared at Katrina.
"Melchizedek?" Katrina asked, and the pity in her face was so overwhelming to Melchizedek that he actually took a step backward. Cap'n never looked like that. There was no way...this entire thing...she was lying. But he knew in his heart that she wasn't. For everything else she was, Cap'n never lied.
"Melchy," Katrina asked again, reaching out for him. Melchy ducked away from her hand and fled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and falling to his knees in front of the toilet, where he coughed until he threw up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:25 pm
private roleplay xiii
Melchy meets Casia again and decides that the siren girl isn't half bad, and also that he wants another pet.
DEAD
there she is
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:29 pm
private roleplay xiv
STALLED Devakanya hadn't really wanted to go out for a walk. Alexander Vega...rather, Captain Alexander Vega went out for a walk every. single. day. It was some sort of ritual that Devi didn't understand and wasn't sure she wanted any part of. Except, now she had no choice. Alexander had insisted his new charge accompany him today. There was no special reason, not really. It was a Thursday. It was the middle of the month and it was sunny with a few clouds floating around. Her birthday was coming soon, but not that soon (but she doubted he even knew) and she was pretty sure he was the sort that didn't celebrate those things, his own included. Again. There was no rhyme or reason. Devakanya was simply obliged to do as Alexander asked, and today, that was going for a walk with him.
They walked to beach in silence. Well, there wasn't much else of a choice, considering Devakanya never said anything at all. But the beach? Devakanya wasn't really sure why, other than that the gimpy man might like the sound of waves, or something. Well. He was grumpy. So maybe the sound...soothed him, or something. Okay, it was far-fetched, but the unicorn had very little to go on.
"See that?" Alex suddenly pointed to a ship. The only ship on land, actually. "She's mine."
...oh. Devakanya frowned and glanced at her guardian. What was he trying to tell her...? When Melchy had told Katrina that someone had beached a ship down the coastline a ways, she had had no choice but to come with him to the spot. Melchy had been outside more than inside recently, and he was proud to know every inch of coastline from the marina (where Cap'n's ship was moored, ready to be put out) to Keres' guardian's bar more than a mile up the coast. He had no problem at all pinpointing the site. It was completely natural that he led Katrina up the coastline, trotting swiftly, bare feet making no noise at all in the sand, and spent the entire time looking over his shoulder, talking to her. "I mean it, Cap'n. Big ol' ship, pretty new. Never got a chance t'tell ye."
"Melchizedek."
"An' she looks 'lot like Ghost, Cap'n. Big ol' ship o'tha' sort. Dunno where sh'came frome, either. Jus' showed up 'un day..."
"Melchizedek..."
"No lies, Cap'n, hones'. On me honor."
"You have no honor, Melchizedek. Melchy..."
"So I though' ye'd like t'see 'er."
"Melchizedek!" The boy froze at Katrina's sharp tone, looking at her with his ears laid half-back. Katrina, glad that she had finally gotten the boy's attention, sighed. "Put your shoes on."
Melchy plucked at the laces of his boots, strung together and slung over his shoulder. "Sand gets in 'em an'then I don' like wearin 'em. Better not t'," he answered matter-of-factly before starting up, ears pricking and tail sweeping up into a graceful C curve over his back. "There sh'is, Cap'n!" He pointed enthusiastically, leading Katrina's gaze to the ship. She sniffed, surprised. Melchy grinned, recognizing her acknowledgement that he was right. It was certainly a ship of a similar make to hers...a similar period and breed of boat that one didn't often see. And it looked...familiar. Very familiar.
The closer the pair drew, the more excited Melchy got. He liked the idea of sharing secrets with Katrina. Maybe it would make her forgive him for the horrible incident where he ended up being singlehandedly responsible for wrecking Ghost and stranding Katrina. Oddly enough, that wreck was foremost in his Captain's mind as well, but for different reasons. Captain Alexander Vega had a boat. Actually, he had a ship. The little unicorn frown and tilted her head to one side. Well. That would probably explain his obsession with being called 'captain' or 'sir', wouldn't it? This would be where Devakanya would lean sideways and latch on to Zack's sleeve...but...this dark-haired man was not Zack. He was angry and loud and very, very bitter. And vain. (Don't think Devakanya hasn't caught you preening in the mirror, Sir Alexander.) And...he wasn't sick. This was Alexander, and Devakanya was afraid of him. So she stood by his side and nodded respectfully, hands laced behing her back. If she could speak, she would certainly be saying 'yessir'.
Perhaps Alexander knew this, his mood seemed calm enough. Melancholy, perhaps, but not nearly as bitter as usual. "Her name is The Devil's Advocate," he told her, nodding to himself. "And she's mine," he repeated, as though he was trying to convince himself of something.
Devakanya nodded again and gave the man a sideways glance. Was there something more he needed to say?
Again, Alexander seemed to know the question. Perhaps it came from saying so little himself, though that was purely his choice. She had witnessed the man explode into tirades of words she tried not to think about. "She'll never sail again," he explained, "because I-" But something caught his eye. The hand coming from his side was suddenly stuffed into a coat pocket and soft eyes narrowed. Devakanya sighed and looked away. Now, she'd never know. She had a little bit of a chance, just maybe. And it was gone.
"What have we here?" the captain snarled, nodding towards the strangers. Devakanya shrunk back, opting to stay more hidden behind Alex's leg. Well, if he let her. When they got even closer to the boat, Melchy realized that that peculiar air of familiarity was affecting him too, and he frowned, unsure of what to make of it. It was a pirate ship, beached in the sand, abandoned, and it was interesting. And Cap'n seemed just as interested in it as he did. But then they got closer, and he saw the words on the hull, and his expression went from interested to startled. He had never actually looked at the name before. But it was a long one. A long one he thought he may have seen before...
His attention wasn't drawn to the figures until Cap'n at his side made a noise he had never heard before, a bit like the kind of hiss he made whenever he was angry, and started swearing violently under her breath, a long stream of words that, while he couldn't distinguish the first from the last, were distinctively colourful and definitely vicious. Cap'n was unhappy. Looking up at her, Melchy saw that her hand had already gone to her sword, and that her eyes were fixed on something he hadn't bothered to look at.
Before he could look up, a voice he recognized made him snap his head around, ears laying back again as he sized up the man speaking to them now. His hand was in his pocket, and something about that gesture made the cat-boy angry. Making a small, almost inaudible growl in the back of his throat, he sized the man up before looking at Katrina. Her expression was one of complete venom, something Melchy had never seen before...no. That wasn't true. He had seen it once before, and it was in a very similar situation. Except for this time, it seemed, the owner of the destroyed boat was different.
"Alexander Vega," Katrina said coldly, drawing herself up and watching the man with narrowed eyes. Melchy, who rather liked Cap'n Alex when he and the Cap'n weren't fighting, drew off to the side, distancing himself from the conflict. "I never thought I'd see you on land," Katrina went on, and Melchy winced. Cap'n was angry.
Glancing at Alex, he noticed a flash of colour behind the man and put his head to one side, tail sweeping in question marks and s-curves behind him. There was certainly someone standing behind Alex, and he was very curious as to who it was. He slipped even more to the side, attempting to look around the man's legs. Alex puffed up a little, scowling as Katrina spat out his name. "You," he replied hostily, as if he didn't deem her worthy of a name. (Actually, as the truth may be, he couldn't remember her past that b***h Katrain, Captain of the something Ghost something. Or something like that. He just didn't like her.) He ignored the cat boy's growl, because today, Alex didn't actually pose any threat. There was no pistol in his pocket and no sword by his side. He hadn't expected to run into such undesireably company. He just needed to keep up appearances. And keep certain things secret.
"I never thought I'd have the misfortune to run into you again," he sneered, not offering an explanation for his sudden dry spell. That was none of her business. At all. Actually, it was no one's business but his. His bandaged hand balled into a fist and he could only be glad he stuff it into his pocket before anyone could get a good look at it. "Why're you here, anyways? And the lad?" He didn't have anything against the cat-boy. Well, except for the company he kept, but he was child, so he couldn't really help that. "And get away from my ship," he snarled. He didn't need a Captain like her near his darling. Poor thing. She had enough troubling her anyways.
Devakanya, on the other hand, had her own troubles to deal with. Namely the cat-boy peering around Alex's legs. She swallowed nervously and dipped her head before giving the boy a curtsey. If Alex was paying attention, he could introduce her. But the Captain was busy, so she'd have to try and make due. Oh right! The necklace...from Zack. She couldn't help the sad sigh as she pulled it away from her chest to show the little heart charm to the pirate boy.
'Devakanya.' She nodded and pointed to herself before leaning down to write 'Devi' into the sand. And then she pointed to the boy and tipped her head to one side.
'And you?' Katrina snorted at the slight from the other captain, but seemed to take no other notice of it. For the time-being, she felt that she was in a plenty superior position and wasn't going to jeopardize it to make a point. "It seems the shoe's on the other foot now, Captain Vega." She sighed a little bit as she realized that the poor ship was probably beyond repair, seeming to deflate a little. Losing a ship was...never good. Ever. And Katrina, for all she hated Alex, wasn't about to dig something of that sort in to the other captain.
"As much as it kills me to say this, Ghost and her crew owe you their lives," she said slowly. "Is there anything I can do for yours?"
The words were spoken between gritted teeth, and Katrina regretted them immediately. But there was nothing she could do about them. Pirates were bound by a code of honor, as preposterous and cliché as it sounded. Katrina wouldn't be a good captain if she didn't offer help where it was needed...although she considered the drawbacks of being a bad captain and wondered if perhaps they were worth not agreeing to help the damn man.
Losing interest in the fight quickly, Melchy focused completely on the girl. She was really quite pretty, wasn't she? Cap'n Alex hadn't mentioned the last time that he had had a child. And Melchy thought he would've mentioned one who was bright blue with hair a shade he had never seen outside of a crayon box. Tilting his head to one side, he read the name, taking a bit longer than most children his age probably would have (Melchy, while he could read, was not generally a great devotee of the art. He could do it if he needed to. Only if he needed to). "Devakanya..." he said, and looked at the name in the sand. "Devi?" He smiled a little at that. "Pretty," he said, then tilted his head in the other direction when she pointed at him. His ears flicked. "I'm Melchizedek. Melchy, f'r short." Smiling a little bit, he looked at Alex.
"Funny, 'e never said he 'ad a kid 'n'is crew wh'n I saw 'im last...Cap'n ne'er bothers t'hide me," he remarked, oblivious to the fact that his remark going to hurt the poor girl. It was only for the conversation that he began speaking. "You been with 'im long?"
He looked at her face again, expression rife with all the curiosity of a cat, and noticed that her eyes were just as bright as her hair. The horn on her head interested him, and Melchy couldn't help but smile when he looked at her. She was very, very pretty. Melchy was surprised; he wasn't typically the sort who noticed those sorts of things with girls.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:33 pm
open roleplay iv
Katrina enrolls Melchizedek in dance class. Keres and scattered other cabbage children (including some old friends) arrive. This can only end in disaster.
DEAD
dancing lessons
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 7:15 pm
on things best kept secret.
(with enemies like this, who needs lovers?) Melchy needed to find the Captain. He had searched all her usual haunts, calling her name in both her room (just to be safe) and her quarters on Ghost (the crew had gone down to the docks to enjoy the ever-increasing April warmth). She was in neither of those places, nor was she anywhere a pirate captain could rightly be expected. Melchy was very, very confused.
He had a question to ask her about some difficult coursework Hawkiss had given him. No great scholar, Melchy abhorred arithmetic, and when it came to being a pirate, apparently sums was a great part of it. Since the first mate wouldn’t give him the answers he needed, he had hoped to hit the Captain up for a bit of help. That is, if he could find her. And that was proving extremely difficult.
Why Katrina would be lurking in the galley or down in the hold, Melchy had no idea, but since he couldn’t find her anywhere else...it was worth a shot. Trotting quickly through the galley, where that Captain wasn’t, he made his way down the ladderlike staircase and into the main of the hold. Ghost hadn’t much in her coffers at the moment, but a few crates made the quick scouting trot interesting.
“Cap’n!” he called out, and while he wasn’t rewarded with a response call, he did catch a slight rustling of cloth that was certainly not rats. Shifting and skittering around a crate, he kept talking. “Oy, Cap’n, I needa—”
Whatever he was about to say concerning numbers was immediately lost as he took in the scene. The Captain was there, all right, locked in a tight...something...with another pirate, a man that Melchy didn’t recognize immediately. And they were so wrapped together that it was hard to tell which one was which. Floored, the cat-child stared. When he finally recognized the man that Katrina was...he decided that kissing was probably the best word for what they were doing, even if it was an understatement, he found his voice again.
“EUUUGH!”
The pair leaped apart, and Melchy noticed—to his utmost disgust—that Captain Alexander Vega (whom he had thought...rather, known was one of the Captain’s sworn enemies) has his hands up Katrina’s shirt. Katrina herself shoved her hands into her pockets and looked at him, blushing as Alex pulled away from her. “I, um...Melchizedek,” Katrina said after a moment.
Melchy found a more coherent voice. “Wha' in th'blazes? Cap'n Vega!”
Captain Vega looked up from straightening his shirt and gave Melchy a somewhat vague frown. “G'way,” he said after a moment, keeping his gaze trained on the boy. “Well. Off with yeh!”
Melchy stared wide-eyed at the man he had assumed hated his Captain as much as Katrina hated him. “What’re y’two DOIN?”
“Melchizedek,” Katrina said, trying to sound reasonable. “Listen to Alex—to Captain Vega.”
“But...ye were suckin' face...? ...wha’ th’HELL’s goin’ on?” Extremely upset that his worldview had been turned upside down, Melchy went to say more but was cut off by Captain Vega.
“Yes, tha's wh't we w're doin,'” he answered, reaching a hand into his pocket for the gun Melchy knew he kept. “Yer too young. Now ge' ou' 'afore I feel th' need t' hur' ye, savvy?” Unimpressed but still bewildered, the boy stood firm.
“Why th’hell’re ye kissin’? Thought y'hated each other.”
“Listen to Captain Vega and go, boy,” Katrina growled, starting to look just as irritated. Melchy didn’t answer her, instead focusing on the other captain.
Alex rolled his eyes and drew the gun from his pocket, brandishing it at Melchizedek. “'Cos th' line a'tween love n' hate 'svery thin line indeed, boy, and some f'us 'njoy toein' th' line.” He cocked the pistol and took quick aim. “Ge' ou' n' leave me be.”
Melchy blinked at the gun, opened his mouth to say something else, but caught a look at Katrina’s face. The Captain looked positively livid.
“Go, Melchizedek.”
And for once, Melchy didn’t need to be told again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:33 pm
open roleplay v
Melchy meets an extremely interesting jaguar boy and reunites with Keres once again...only to get mocked for his definitely pheonomenal vocal skills. Yes, he's definitely worth being jealous of.
COMPLETE
beach party - karaoke
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