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 Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:25 pm
Deeming her dramtic walkout had been walked long enough (and there was just he most annoying bit of sand rubbing against her heel) Storm cast a brief spell, teleporting her to her ship sitting off the coast, the Bloody Kheel.
It became as if she was never there, on the beach. Her blood was gone from the accusing sand, as were her prints. Mary Cathrine healed itself, fresh steel covering the holes and scratches. Even her memory in their most private of all places, the mind, was fading. She became as a half remembered shadow; someone you might have seen in the backround of a tavern once, but no one you knew or would ever care to met.
Her first mate, Hantore met her with a grin that was little more then a flash of yellow/white teeth set in a bushy black beard that tucked into his wide belt.
"It's mighty fine seeing ye, he'e, lassy. I 'eard the most terrible of rumors. They says ye died."
Storm gave him a blank look, and walked past without answereing to her cabin and locked the door, leaving a very dirgruntled dwarf behind. She lay on her bed and let the tears come, finally.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:35 pm
Kibo sighs, and looks back finally, holding his hand out. He mumbles, "Mary Catherine" and the blade flies through the air back into his hand. He slides the blade back into his belt. He taps the Trabamancing rune on his arm, and creates several more barges, one for each of the dead remaining on the beach. One barge was significantly bigger than the others. It was finely decorated with vines, carvings, and other ornaments. He pulls Richman onto it, and lights a small fire, casting it out after Richman had caught ablaze. He salutes his fallen enemy, before turning back to the gruesome task.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:44 pm
Natasha looks at Kibo, her eyes becoming grey, reflecting her sadness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:13 pm
Kibo sighs as he casts off the last barge. He snaps his fingers, and each of the barges catches ablaze, lighting the carnage with a macabre glow. He then silently returns to his second task; rebuilding his fleet.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 12:46 pm
Natasha stretches, raising her arms slightly as she slowly begins to build another ship using vines.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 4:57 pm
Kibo shoves his hands into the sand silently, and three large ships, made entirely from grisly vines, erupt from the ground. He snaps his fingers, and the tide rushes in, lifting the ships from the ground, and letting them float a few feet from the bottom as they drifted out.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 12:41 am
Natasha stretches as the vines continue to twist around each other...she then claps her hands, making the vines grow faster, completing the build of the huge ship within seconds.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 3:35 pm
Kibo: That's enough.
Kibo was acting almost puppet-like. His eyes were blank, his voice was a sickening monotone, and his form was limp, his arms and head drooping, as if he didn't see the point in lifting them.
Kibo: That's enough. We need to name them again.
He snaps his fingers, which were draped at his side. Fire erupts in front of him, burning the names of each of his ships into it's respective counterpart. When it does the last one, the Godspeed, it shoots towards the horizon, seeking out and destroying the new flagship's former counterpart, which Kibo never brought to the battle.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:43 am
Natasha looked over at Kibo
"Uh, Admiral? Are you all right?"
She asks, a hint of concern in her voice.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:56 pm
Kibo turns towards her, his eyes hidden by matted hair. He walks up to her, standing in front of her for a moment, before putting a shaking hand on her shoulder, his voice strong through his feelings.
Kibo: I want you to know how grateful I am that you've stayed with me through all this, Nats. You stuck around when everyone else abandoned me, and that means more to me than any sea battle. It's not often you find a loyal crew member, and you've proved yourself three times over. And for each, there is rewards that need giving. I want you to have the Dagger and Dreadnaught. The Dreadnaught's been falling into disrepair lately, what with the disappearance of Gwen. I've replaced it with one of these vessels. Consider it a deep and heartfelt thanks, Commodore.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 11:23 am
Natasha blinked. Completely in shock.
After staring at Kibo for several minutes the news had finally sunk in, and she thanked him in the only way she could think of at that current moment, pulling into a very tight hug.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:36 pm
Kibo barely moves as she hugs him. His eyes were staring out to sea, blank and emotionless, and his hands were limp at his sides. As far as anyone could see, he was a shell.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:08 pm
(This is a sad ending... I guess I've done my job as a villain! You guys are some of the best RP'ers I've ever had the pleasure of Rping with.)
*The last of teh rain clouds seem to dissapear, as the sun sets on the beach. The last of the wrekage settles beneith the surface of the water, which now drifts calmily towards the shore. Slowly, people begin to come out of their homes and taverns. The soilders who could not escape lay dead, while Michael's chests lay harmlessly besides them. Many let out cheers of victory and celebrate, while the true heroes prepare for what is next. They know the next challenge is just beyond the horizon...*
*Stars begin to dot the sky as wrekage and debris wash along the beach of the small, un-named island. One board reads: Santo Columbia. Another wave crashing on the beach carries a body. After moments of stillness on arm lurches forward and clutches to the sand. The figure uses every bit of strength left to pull themselves up away from the water. The cold hand grabs for the board with the name and closes their fist around it. A snake like eye reads it once before crushing it in his hand...*
(Well that's the end of the first battle. You can still use this post to cover repairs and all that.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:12 pm
[I blame Kibo and Natashe and Ranu (sort of) completely. Bravo to all, except Storm. She's grounded for ripping out hearts last weekened so no creds for her.
Lovely beging for round two, Michael. heart ]
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:22 am
[Thanks, dude.
What did Ranu do? He wasn't even there when Storm got shot.
If he had, there woulda been some mega fireworks. 3nodding ]
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