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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 1:00 pm
(Continued from Aeoesses Nest) *Aeoess ran where Eittik told her to, and there they saw John, with a kitana impaling him. She was surprised and worried but at the same time wondering how he was still conscious after impaling himself like that.* "John...Do we need a doctor for this one, or shall I pull it out?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 1:16 pm
*John gets up*
No, I'm good, my feeling is back, I just need to go close the cut.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 1:17 pm
*Jaden looked back around for Myere as she continued to steer the boat as she was instructed to. Sailing through the strait was not something she felt qualified to do and feared she may need to have Myere take care of the helm.
Spying him coming up from the lower decks, she called out to him.*
"Mr. Vanstring, I believe you should take the helm. I don't want to mess up going through the Strait."
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 1:26 pm
*Aeoess searched her pockets and finds her sowing kit (a few needles and some thread)*
"If you would like I can do that, or the doctor can, or if you heal like I do it'll close on it's own in about 15 seconds. In the meantime I better clean this blood up before the captain notices."
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:00 pm
Ummm, all I need is some duck tape, that'll do the trick. Think of it as an industrial size adhesive medical strip.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:21 pm
*She searches her pockets and finds a little bit of duck tape and hands it John. Eittik glares at John and John sees this message go through his head:
"What kind of mortal are you?".*
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 11:39 pm
Up in the rigging again purely because she loved heights, Syn heard a new ruckus below her and tilted her head, leaning over to see what was going on. Yet another new fellar had arrived and had somehow managed to impale himself with some strange sword that she couldn't identify. Now Ao had come over and was trying to fix him with... this black sticky stuff. She had no idea what it was but it certainly looked odd. The sight of the blood all over the wood made that gleam come back in her eye and she leaned over, actually falling off the beam she was sitting on but her knees hooking onto it at the last minute so she was hanging off it like a monkey, swaying a little with a broad smile on her face. She hollered down to them, although she was likely way too high up to be heard.
"Hahahahaaaa! Ye certainly had a great fall, eh? Just like that egg in all the stories me mum shoulda told me but never did. O' 'course, it seems ye can be fixed easier than an egg. But let that be a lesson to yer. Never leave swords out o' their sheaths, watch where yer goin', an' always have a bit o' luck and a pretty lady ta fix ye!"
Another wild cackle was given and she continue to hang, rather liking this vantage point. Tuslo watched her from his perch on the beam and he almost seemed to roll his eyes at his mistress's antics.
Honestly, sometimes there was no living with crazy people like her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 11:56 pm
*Looks up to the crazy person like her*
Bhaaa!, sheaths are for the weak, me eyes are fine, but me pretty lady that fixes me up is gone so I have to settle for duck tape...
Although I am holding auditions for a new pretty lady to fix me up; ye don't need any medical training or degree, just need to be pretty, and female xd
*Looks back at Aeoess*
This should be plenty fine, Thank you
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 12:52 am
*Eittik continues to stare at him* "It's no problem, just don't hurt yourself too badly."*Aeoes then looks to see Eittik still staring at John.*
"Oh and don't mind my cat, he just has a intolerance to almost everybody."*Aeoess smiled as she watch Syn. And she was also smiling knowing that John was alright, in fact..He was like her...Sadly her smile was hiding a frown; Eittik most likely was looking into what makes John tick, and she knew that if that odd cat didn't like what it discovers he may try to kill John. Aeoess scrubbed the blood as fast as she could. Once she was done she picked up Eittik and put him in her arms and began to walk to the galley to see what food she can obtain for the cat.* (Continued in the galley)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 9:46 pm
(Continued from Wardroom)
*Stepping out of the companionway, Jack shut the small doors behind him. Looking about the aft half of the ship, all seemed in fair enough order: Miss Kale was at the helm, Myere was away from his post, Mr. Ilor was nowhere to be seen & Miss Midnight was apparently roaming about elsewhere.
Coming to a startling realization, Jack ran to the helm and guestured Miss Kale away from the navigation station. Taking the wheel in hand, he turned the ship Northward, the wind falling at their backs. The sheets rose and fell with the gentle lapping breeze, but soon they filled and the trade winds took them.
Lashing the wheel in place, the ship stayed on it's course as Jack went foreward, attempting to locate his lost officers. As he stepped down the quartersteps, he slipped in a puddle of what seemed to be blood.*
"Oh, Hell & Death! Who is responsible for this? Who's blood has been spilt? If I don't have a name right out, I'll lay this ship to' and find the culprit."
*Pulling himself up by the halyards located amidship, Jack stomped forward. Myere, Aeoess & by all rights, whom Jack had thought dead... Brother Johnathon himself: were standing in the waist as John wrapped himself in medical strips.*
"I was not aware that I was to be kept from knowing the going-on's aboard my own ship. Not only was I not informed that Dr. Morgan had come aboard, but my Officers are now returning from the Netherworld to rejoin the ranks. Perhaps this may be the first signs of insubordination? I'll not think that rashly, but I would like to know...
DID ANYONE THINK TO HAVE NOTIFIED ME? ANYONE?"
*Leaning on the bosun's locker at the forward part of the mainhatch, Jack held his head in frustration. Hopefully things would reach their normallecy again once they reached the Antlantic. Too much time in the Med. seemed to drain away the senses...
The thought sat paralell with something that Nelson had told him back when he was a lieutenant on the 'Boreas', but that was to be saved for personal ponderings at a later time. For now, Jack had guests to deal with... plus the threat ashore.*
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 11:40 pm
*she comes out on deck and looks over the railing to the dark night. Her hair blows slightly in the wind in front of her face, and she sighs a long, tired sigh. She blinks her head and smiles to herself, recalling the old days on the Lady when everyone had such a good time. She missed the old crew more than anything, and would give anything just to see them all back on the Lady again. She nodded her head, and inhaled deeply, smelling the deep, sea air. The salt stung her nostrils and she smiled to herself again.*
Hindsight is 20/20, eh?
*she spoke to herself, but not even noticing if perhaps anyone else could hear her. She pulled a cigar from her coat pocket and lit it*
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 11:43 pm
(Continued from the galley)
*Aeoess came back to where the blood was and she realized that she missed a few spots there from her exhaustion, and she saw the captain freaking out.*
"Captain, it's ok, John is still alive and he is fine.
...I think he heals like me, he just asked for some ducktape and after taping his wound he walked off."
*Aeoess sighed*
"Sorry I wasn't here to inform you of this sooner, but I needed to go the galley to feed my cat.
..I'll just continue to wash this nice part of the deck..."
*Aeoess just began to scrub, if the captain was still angry she would at least be punished while she was doing something correctly.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 12:40 am
*John just now realizes that he has yet to pull the sword from his stomach, and then notices the Captain wondering whom spilled blood on his dear ship*
ummm....
*With quick thinking and genius, John, in quick haste, pulled the sword out of his stomach and threw it over board*
Sorry Captain, wish I knew, but i can tell you it wasn't me... ninja .
Oh, Aeoess, of course im alive and fine, ha ha ha ha he he heh... sweatdrop
*while proclaiming this, blood poured down John's waist and to his toes from the reopened cut, soon to hit the planks, causing another puddle...*
-----------> sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 7:27 am
A raucous laugh sounded from the rigging, Syn grabbing a loose line that trailed from the beam to about seven feet above the deck and sliding down it quickly but not too rapidly, the thick gloves she always wore preventing painful rope burns. Releasing the rope as she neared the end, she bent her knees as she landed so she wouldn't break her legs. Dusting herself off, even though she hadn't accumulated any dust up in the rigging, she turned to the Captain, giving a lopsided salute and grinning cheekily.
"Cap'n, I've been up in the riggin' fer a while checkin' the ropes. Quite windy, I must say. Didn't know ye knew those fellers, though. It..."
Her voice trailed off as she watched John hurl the sword overboard then resume bleeding in earnest, creating yet another puddle on the deck. Tuslo finally flew down and alighted on her shoulder to see the bizarre sight. Syn squinted at him, looking rather bemused and a little taken aback.
"Blimey, if ye toss swords overboard whilly nilly an' hurt yerself that bad jest walkin' 'round the ship, what good are ye goin' ta be when an actual battle comes 'round, eh?"
She may have been insane but she didn't lack some very basic things that this unusual chap John seemed to struggle with, such as common sense.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:14 am
*Looks over to Syn*
Ye have a good point. I'm just gonna go ahead and lay down....
*John faints due to loss of blood, .....and common sense*
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