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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 9:59 pm
skidding to a halt at the med bay door, Daniel spotted the two pirates. It was one thing to attack a woman who could fight back, but attacking the ladies who had no intention of fighting boiled Daniels blood. Literally, as steam poured out of every seam. With a shout he snared the remaining two pirates and dragged them out of the room. A few doors down, cries of pain could be heard as Daniel taught the two the proper respect for women.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 8:26 am
And then, somewhere in the confusion, Myles simply goes missing. Afterward, pirate survivors asked about him may tell of how Myles flung one pirate at another, which he simply isn't strong enough to do. Or of his ferocity in crossing the deck, or his cold-blooded kill, which just doesn't make sense with the non-violent words spoken by him in the galley earlier or the personality he has shown so far.
On the other hand, what is undeniably Myles' walking stick will inevitably be found skewered through a pirate's skull, which unbelievable as it seems lends truth to the wild tales.
Myles himself is nowhere to be found on the entire vessel.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 2:20 pm
[No point hiding secret No. 1 anymore I guess. On to secret No. 2]
Having cleanly dispatched the poor show of pirates on deck, Elliot turned his sights on the below decks of the pirate vessel. He whirled himself round, his face away from view, and lashed his arm out as if discarding something, before almost leaping through the door that lead below decks. Clattering to the floor behind him, were anyone watching, was what appeared to be half of a metal mask.
Whereas previously Elliot had dispatched the pirates with swift efficiency, the priates' only cries being those of anger at their fallen comrades, (and at the man who deftly dodged their blows, with obvious ease from experience). Now, however, shouts and screams of fear could be heard from inside the pirate vessel, though none would have been able to look in, the windows perfectly opaque, as if some preternatural darkness pervaded the interior.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 2:23 pm
Abigail turned her head to the side and spat, clearing away some of the blood before she went to work. Hoping over the dead body, Abigail hooked her arms under Nysth's shoulders and dragged him from the blood puddle. She stopped to catch her breath, having only just noticed how shaky her hands and consequently her legs were. It seemed her nerves of steel had been rattled a wee bit. Taking a breath she continued to drag her crewmate to one of the only upright beds available. It took her a minute to figure out how to lift the guy up onto the bed, it had been enough trouble to move him let alone pick him up.
"Dammit, Nysth." Grunting she managed to toss him halfway onto the bed, walked to the other side and pulled him the rest of the way.
She didn't really know where to start patching him up, between his blood, other people's blood and his coat it was tremendously hard to figure out where he was bleeding from.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 2:26 pm
((Well it's still hidden from IC crewmembers and I know Abigail would be one of the first to scoff at such a silly story. I think secret no. 1 can still be played cooly.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 9:46 pm
having been dragged he didnt exactly know where he was or what was going on and simply did not care he let out a small groan, sweat forming on his entirebody he threw off the coat, exposing the bullet holes and several stabs wounds, he wasnt entirely there he was in survival mode.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 10:27 pm
((of course, two days without internet and I miss all the fun! crying ))
Emelia stood, shakily, from where one of the invaders had cornered her until the Captain had dragged him away. She tried to hold together the edges of a long rip in her skirt where the brigand had decided he wanted a glimpse of flesh, but quickly forgot it when she saw the man previously brought in talking to the doctor....kind of. She hurried over, still shaking, and put a hand on the woman's arm.
"Doctor, is there any way I can help?" She wanted to be useful, not just be in the way and a nuisance.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:37 am
((Awww I'm sorry hun, we got rescued too soon it seems lol))
Abigail did a quick sweep of the damage as the zombie-like Nysth tossed his coat off and slumped back to the bed. As he settled back down, Abigail turned her eye on the lady beside her, noting the ripped skirt and justifiably shaky hands.
"Yes, if you don't mind, miss," She pulled a mask out from a compartment under the bed, followed by gloves and an apron and pointed at a cabinet as she began to don the items. "In that cabinet are bottles of anti-septic. I need you to sterilize a few instruments for me with one but let me know if the glass is broken on the bottle. They should be alright but one of those oafs knocked into a few things and you never know."
Turning him slightly, Abigail took note of exit wound numbers and mentally estimated where the rest might be lodged inside. Laying him flat again, she made short work of the shirt's buttons, opening the chest wounds to her. The blood made it all look worse, if that was possible. It was hard to tell how heavily he was bleeding and from which wound. Grabbing multiple cotton cloths from a drawer she set to wiping the excess away and began to put pressure on the worst of the lot. When the passenger was finished getting the anti-septic ready Abigail would be able to have her or Penelope apply pressure to the non-bullet wounds as she worked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 10:06 am
as she would take the shirt adn begin to work, something very strange can be seen on his chest, a metal plate with the number 13 in bold print can be seen amidst the damage, it didnt seem to be sown in or burned in it was a part of the skin around it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:09 am
Emelia nodded, and went straight to the cabinet, two of the bottles were broken, but there were three that were in fine shape, and she grabbed two, just in case they were needed. She set them gently on the table near Nysth's bed, and waited to be told which instruments to sterilize.
Inwardly she was slightly disappointed, she was hoping to feel the small irresistible compulsion to follow orders, but she also knew that a doctor wouldn't have the same...authority was it? she didn't know...as someone who had the talent to invent and build. But at least she could be useful now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 5:42 pm
((I have sent in my bio, but it seems I need to find a way to work into the story. Any chance of throwing an ailing patchwork hot air balloon a rope? Literally, I mean. I don't want to disrupt anything.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 6:11 pm
((Howdy there, welcome on! I think half the crew's attentions are diverted and the other half have gone missing. Give it a post or two though and you're bound to be roped onboard.))
Abigail placed one hand on a cloth-covered wound and pushed slightly. She glanced up at the girl and moved one bottle closer.
"Alright, alright. Miss... sorry I have no idea what your name is." She shook her free hand in a flighty manner. "If you don't mind putting on a pair of gloves I could use your hands here rather than sterilizing. Feel free to grab an apron and mask from down there. I just need you to apply pressure and keep him from getting fidgity."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 6:24 pm
(( I regret that my story forced me to withdraw a bit from rping, but come nightfall Myles's plot will thicken. ^_^ ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 6:28 pm
Zee was suddenly jolted out of his chair and sprawled out on the wicker floor. "What the---" Stae buzzed unhappily, eagerly poking at Zee's shoulder. Zee rubbed his eyes and blinked in the light. Why was it so bright? His signature shades has fallen off when he had been flung from his seat. He groped for the brown tinted shades, and, upon finding them, looked up. So it wasn't the sun that was causing the blinding light.
"Stae, how does a SteamBalloon catch flame?" Zee asked his clockwork companion. Stae was already buzzing nervously, biting at the solo pilot's arm. "OW! Cricky, Stae. There's a nearby craft!" The balloon's makeshift top was burning and if he didn't get help soon, both the crass 19 year old and his little friend were surely to die.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 10:03 pm
something went off in his head an internal alarm if you will, he woke up quite quickly, the pain of the wounds along with it he jolted up with a primal roar if you will and began thrashing slightly not knowing exactly where he was the adrenaline high completely diminished
"You damn dirty pirates!!!"
as quickly as he did wake up, he stayed awake now the pain taking a quick hold over him forcing him into a submissive state his strength entirely gone
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