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 Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:37 pm
open roleplay vi
Melchizedek and Keres team up against Nahuel, Ophelia (who has more skin than Melchy realized females were capable of) and Maddy the butterfly girl in a game of volleyball...and it would help if he knew how to play and weren't afraid of the ball.
STALLED
beach party - volleyball
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 1:12 pm
private roleplay xv
Melchy meets a girl who is actually a boy...and oddness ensues.
COMPLETE
of balls and boys
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 11:37 am
wait, what do you mean "unexpected leave of absence"? "Melchizedek."
"Hmm."
"Melchizedek, look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Katrina snapped the second time around, and Melchy looked up at her, raising his eyebrows from where he was carefully reading his way through a book several times too advanced for him. He didn't understand much of it, but he had to admit that Treasure Island was nonetheless an interesting book. Yawning and showing Katrina his teeth, he rolled his neck and then cracked his fingers. "Wazzup, Cap'n?" he asked, flicking his tail and waiting. Katrina ran her hand through her hair and then put her hands on her hips.
"How would you feel about taking some time off to learn how to sail? Seems like something you'd be fairly good at," she added, smiling slightly when Melchizedek's ears flicked forward and his expression turned suddenly gleeful. "I figured we could take some time off and go learn something interesting." She smiled smugly when Melchy tossed the book aside and leaped to his feet, snapping out the neatest salute he had ever achieved.
"Oy, sounds bonny, Cap'n!" he said. "We gon' go down t'the docks right now, 'en?" he asked, and Katrina frowned slightly. Melchy's expression faded as he saw that gesture. "Cap'n?" he asked, and Katrina reached out to pat his hair. He winced away from it and squinted at her, perplexed. "Wha's'up?"
"Well, Melchy," Katrina said, "we're not actually going to the docks. I've actually booked us passage to somewhere else."
"What?"
"Well, there are a few nice islands that I thought would be good places to learn. The ocean here isn't..."
"OY NO. NO WAY I'M GOIN' OFF. CAP'N, THIS IS MY SUMMER I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE." The moment the words had left her lips, Melchizedek had dug his toes into the carpet and was scowling at Katrina with the burning anger of an irritated cat. His tail lashed, and he growled low in his throat. "Cap'n," he said, "th'last time we went on a trip, Ghost wrecked an' we was stuck for months."
"I know, Melchizedek. But this is a scheduled trip. It's just going to be you, me, and Hawkiss. Just enough to teach you how to sail something small. We're only taking a bit off."
"'Ow long's 'a bit'?" Melchy asked suspiciously. Katrina smiled.
"About three months."
"OY NO." Melchy turned on his heel and went to stalk off.
"Melchy," Katrina said sweetly, catching him by the collar and tugging him back over to her. "I've already purchased the tickets, and unfortunately, you're coming whether you want to or not. Now go pack. We leave in half an hour."
And with that, she booted him in the direction of his room, ignoring the yowls. Family bonding. The way to do it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 11:38 am
worst vacation ever.
i hate you so much. "Melchizedek."
"NO, CAP'N. I AM NEVER TALKIN' T'YE AGAIN. EVER!" Melchy snarled, stomping through the front door and slamming it thunderously behind him. Katrina sighed and opened the door, only to find Melchy standing stock-still in the living room. It looked like someone had fired a cannon through it, and while Katrina was unsurprised in her mind, her heart still stopped at the sight of it. Melchy looked around thoughtfully, then shook his head and looked at Katrina.
"SEE?! If we'd'a stayed home, this never woulda happened," he snapped, turning on his heel and stomping off again. He never wanted to see her face again. Three months with only Katrina and Hawkiss had been too much. By the end of the first two weeks, he had wanted to kill himself. Two hours of sailing lessons with Katrina, who was a b***h, a day, and then an hour of knife and sword lessons with Hawkiss, who was a jerk. And then the rest of the day to do nothing on a godforsaken rock with absolutely nothing to do on it. There were a few bungalows and a small seafood restaurant. That was all. All.
He stormed into the room he occasionally shared with various crew members, throwing down his rucksack and kicking the door shut furiously. At least nobody had bothered to touch any of his stuff, except possibly his computer. But that looked to be in decent shape. He needed to talk to someone. Anyone. Not Katrina. Hitting the power button on his computer, he realized who it was he needed to talk to. Keres. His...what the hell was she? Best friend? Hell no. But she'd understand if he needed to b***h. So he'd talk to Keres.
Instant messenger popped up as soon as he turned on the computer, but Melchy scowled at it when he realized that he had no idea if Keres had a screenname...or even a computer. "What the helll!" he yowled at nobody in particular, kicking his computer and stomping back out of his room and down to the living room, where Katrina was still standing in what might havbe been shock. Picking up the phone, he blinked and realized that he didn't know Keres' number, either.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" he screamed, slamming down the receiver. Katrina raised an eyebrow at him.
"Melchy?"
"I NEED TO TALK TO KERES AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE HELL TO DO IT!" Melchy bellowed in response, and Katrina laughed and pulled a small black book out of her pocket. She paged through it, noted something on one of the pages, then flipped to the back and, extracting a pen from her pocket as well, wrote something down and tore it out of the book.
"Here," she said, handing it over to Melchy. "This is their home address." Melchy snatched the paper before she could say anything more and stomped out of the house, slamming the door as thunderously as he had only ten minutes before. He was not going home until he could bear to see Katrina's face again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 10:54 am
private roleplay xvi
Melchy meets up with Keres once again, and only time will tell if she's going to kill him or just rough him up a little bit.
COMPLETE
long time no see, a**
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 10:58 pm
private roleplay xvii
Melchy sneaks out at night and meets a ghostly girl who seems to be caught more in her dreams than in the real world.
COMPLETE
ghost ships
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 10:59 pm
private roleplay xviii
On his way to get candy, Melchy gets sidetracked by a pretty pair of wings in a pet store...that don't belong to any of the displays.
IN PROGRESS
its a cat-eat-turtle world out there
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 8:19 am
private roleplay xix
A very disgruntled Melchizedek, out on a grocery errand, runs into a table full of delicious food and a rather watchful Sophia. Pirate cat's determined to see if he can't snag a few cookies while she's not looking.
IN PROGRESS
bake sale shivers
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:02 am
private roleplay xx
Melchy tags along on yet another grocery run in an attempt to snag himself some chocolate. He runs into a certain siren girl instead, and things aren't quite the way he remembers them being, but...neither is anything when you've been gone for three months.
COMPLETE
and some have changed
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 2:42 pm
private roleplay xi
Katrina hauls Melchizedek to Alex's house, and Melchy is forced to get along with Devi. But she's pretty, and nice enough, so this shouldn't be much of a problem at all...particularly if he's getting cookies out of the deal.
IN PROGRESS
just smile and nod
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:30 pm
it's remarkable; they grow up so fast! "Well, Cap', she's done!"
Katrina looked up from her cartography, letting a smile bypass her lips and head straight to her eyes at the silhouette of the boy in the doorway to her office. 'Boy' was barely a word that could describe him anymore...'young man' was probably better. He grinned a devil-may-care grin at her and tossed his head, flipping his hair out of his eyes and striking a graceful, debonair pose that no doubt did wonders for the ladies. Because he was...that age now.
Katrina was frightened for the neighborhood women and everything female the boy was associated with. He was quickly becoming a nuisance, and it was probably a good thing he didn't know that Katrina was quite computer savvy, because in addition to his faultlessly amazing collection of stolen movies and music (well, she supposed, pirates evolved with the times), there were a handful of movies and images that were...less than savoury. Ah well, child had to learn about those things somehow, and hell if Katrina was going to teach him. Not that he didn't know most of them already.
"What's finished?" she asked, raising her eyebrow and laughing when a green-and-peach blur landed with an amused shout on Melchy's head and proceeded to start preening his hair. Katrina hated the bird, but Melchy liked her, and Susan was certainly there to stay.
"The boat, Cap'n!" Melchy answered, rolling his eyes. What'd she think was done, hmm? Stupid questions were stupid. "We're doin' 'er name t'morra annen th' christening day after. Thought ye might wanna help me out namin' 'er. Y'know, since yer a cap'n an all." He shrugged, a movement that somehow managed to ripple through most of his body. Katrina assumed it was the cat in him and shook her head in vague amusement.
"What are you going to call her, then?" she asked. Melchy shrugged again and tossed his head...Katrina decided it was going to get decidedly annoying talking to that boy; he needed a haircut desperately, and it would probably only get worse.
"Dunno yet. D'ye have any ideas? 'Er Alex? D'ye think Alex'd have any ideas?" Melchy was fully aware that Katrina and Alex's relationship was snowballing into something SERIOUS BUSINESS, and no doubt a wedding day was looming dangerously in the future. He'd have asked Devakanya, 'cept she still didn't talk. "Was thinkin' somethin' scary, y'know? Somethin' that'll strike fear into the hearts'f me enemies."
"Melchizedek, you don't have enemies, and your boat is barely ten feet long."
"She's still a boat, Cap'!"
"Oh, fine. Come over here and we'll work on something." Boys were...idiots. Katrina had forgotten the last time she had been forced to spend time in the company of teenage boys, and it was probably going to be more than a little infuriating to deal with Melchy at this stage...but that was how life went. They grew up so fast when they were born from cabbages.
As Melchizedek flipped the chair on the other side of her desk around to straddle it, Katrina pulled her dictionary and thesaurus over and flipped the latter open.
"Right. What were you thinking, then?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:52 pm
the beginnings of the end...perhaps He hadn't let Katrina know where he was going. He hadn't told anyone where he was going or what he was doing. But he needed to get out...needed to go somewhere to think and get everything in perspective. He certainly didn't need Katrina to come after him with questions about where he had been or what he was doing. He just needed to get out.
So he was pacing down the streets of the city, as far away from the docks as could be, not thinking about anything yet. He couldn't think about it quite yet. It was still too much of something that he really didn't want to concern himself with. But...it had happened.
Of course, it wasn't like he had been expecting it to not happen. He hadn't really thought about it that much. But he hadn't expected it to happen in the way it had happened. Honestly, he had been pretty sure "Hey, honey, you ought to come visit my schooner with me sometime. It's ten feet long. The mast isn't half-bad, either," would have gotten him what he was looking for. Granted, if Keres had heard him use that line, she would have hit him...
Oh god....Keres. What was she going to think of him? He couldn't face her now, not after what happened.
He hadn't been looking for it. He had been wandering, staying outside and going places, exploring the city. He had wandered down the wrong way a few times, wandered into a bar. His 'family' was well-known in the seedier places...he had eventually run into one of the few of Katrina's men who were still hanging around. Hawkiss didn't drink, not the way the other men did. This one was a drifter, but he always came back for a roof over his head.
Anyway, Melchy held his liquor well. Most of the time. But the man had grinned at him, offered to get him a drink, promised that he wouldn't get in trouble for underage drinking in a place that he probably ought have gotten in trouble for it. That part hadn't been a lie. Melchy had wanted to see the drink poured and handed to him immediately. The man had insisted otherwise...
It hadn't been bad, from what he could remember. There had been laughing, gambling, a dart contest (he won; darts was just about the only piece of game equipment Katrina would let him keep in the house, since foosball and air hockey tables were far too large for her taste, and he had hours a day's worth of experience behind him. It was enough that even being drunk off his a** couldn't have stopped him), and then conversation that went the wrong way quickly. They wandered down a farther district, to one where the crewman whispered a few things, and Melchy ended up in a back room. There had been soft speaking, soft skin....soft everything.
He didn't want to think about it.
He knew what had happened. He had passed out (Katrina never minded if he was gone for a night. She trusted him, for whatever reason) and woken in a place that smelled strange, with a mildly concerned but mildly amused face watching him, and he had known immediately. She had smiled sweetly, promised him everything was set, and would he like his clothes back? They had been laundered...
It had gone to hell in a handbasket. And now he had to decide what to do.
Raking a hand through his hair, he grabbed a handful and pulled, yowling to himself. He had done something stupid. Incredibly stupid. He couldn't forgive himself...Katrina wouldn't forgive him. He didn't even know what was up with Katrina nowadays. She had...changed a lot. More reclusive, sharper. Everything was going weird now, and he hated it.
Everything just kept going wrong.
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