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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 6:35 pm
*Michael opened the book, the name of Storm silverwind was melting off of the pages.*
Michael: ms. Storm, as I see it you have three options:
1) Sign your own name in this book, and i will honor our agreement.
2) Bring me a captain who WILL sign THEIR OWN NAME in this book to take your place
3) Or you'll willingly board the Dutchman and live in the locker for all eternity.
So, what will you do? I'll give you a minute to talk it over with Kibo. Keep in mind, you've already found that you can't best the devil!
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 6:37 pm
"Hm. Shame. Storm would have really like to serve with Jones. At least, for a little while. It is his signiture; what if he wanted to join willinging?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:04 pm
*Michael moved closer to Storm.*
Michael: The book ahs been promised a soul, and it must have one. As i said someone may take your place, but a soul may only sign their own soul by their own choice. I am willing to deal with you.
*Michael stomps his boot on the floor and a crewman rushes up to his captain's command. Michael tosses him a firework.*
Michael: Use this to signal Jones that everything is being taken care of.
*The crewman takes the firwork and sets it off above deck. Moments after it is launhed Davy Jones appears besides Michael.*
Davy Jones: "What is the matter here?"
Michael: Everything is fine now. Ms. Storm you have 3 days to bring Storm Silverwind to my ship and have him sign his name. If Silverwind's name is not written in this book by his hand at midnight of the third night then...
*Jones walks over to Storm and wraps his tenticled hand over Storm's. After he pulls it away a black spot appears on Storm's hand.*
Davy Jones: "... our debt will be settled."
*Michael hands Storm a red clothe.*
Michael: To cover the mark. Now if you have no other buisness to be taken care of i must ask you to leave my ship.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:14 pm
Storm blinked innocently at them.
"You aren't afraid of a little black mark, are you?"
Something occured to her.
"You said hand, right? Silverwind's hand?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:25 pm
Kibo sigh, and walks forward, snapping the book out of Michael's hand, and smiles.
Kibo: I have the perfect soul for you to have. Maybe the crow's nest, seeing as how he only has an eye left.
Kibo scribbles a name in the book, and tosses it back to Michael, open to the page. There, taking up the entire page was a single word. No last or middle name. There, gleaming with fresh ink, was the word "Charon."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:30 pm
*the name of Charon melts off of the page.*
Michael: Master Kibo, as I said it must be the hand of the soul's owner to sign their name. Knowing you, i do not doubt you have a way of doing so.
*Michael opens the book and hands Kibo a pen.*
Michael: Would Charon care to sign?
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:36 pm
Storm laughed.
"You tried to get rid of Charon this way? How do you think he's survied this long if one could just write him off."
She was toying with the red clothe that Michael had given her, thinking.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:36 pm
Kibo holds out the pen he had just been holding, revealing a thin blood-red string protruding from his palm, wrapping around the pen several times, then disappearing into a ring on Kibo's little finger.
Kibo: He did sign.
Kibo holds out his hand, and pulls on the ring. About an arm-and-a-half's length of string is pulled from the small hole in his palm. The string quivers, and broadens, until it is in the form of a blood-red sword, with a hilt and pommel made completely from bleached bones, the pommel being a skull. He yanks on the blade, and the string going from the base of the pommel to his palm, breaks. He stabs the sword into the ground, and points to it.
Kibo: And there's your soul. One "Charon's Claw," ready to order. Here, why not inspect it?
He pulls the blade from the deck, and offers the hilt to Michael, smiling at Storm.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:42 pm
*Jones looks over the sword with interest as Michael takes the sword.*
Michael: Astounding...
*Michael hands the sword over to Jones.*
Michael: Unfortunatly, we still have the issue of ms. Storm's name. The black mark and its terms have been set. You must have the name of Storm Silverwind signed in this book by midnight, three days from now...
Jones: "...Or else!"
*Jones takes the sword of Charon as he dissapears into the wall. moments later the Flying Dutchman retreats beneith the waves.*
Michael: Mr. Botch, perhaps we can come to an agreement of an alliance without trying to sell one another out to one demon or another. What do you say?
(btw, Kibo, Nice claw on the avie. twisted )
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:48 pm
Kibo: What do I say? Well, I say this. Charon's hungry, Miguel. Look at your hand.
On Michael's hand, where he had held the blade, a large black mark appears. The mark envelops his entire hand, before peeling away the flesh and muscle, leaving only the bone, which had turned from white to blood-red. Kibo chuckles as the mark rises up his arm.
Kibo: Oh, didn't I tell you? Once Charon's Claw has an owner, anyone who touches it will slowly and painfully be reduced to a smoldering skeleton. Now I'm sure you're wondering, "Oh, but you signed the sword to me, so I'm the owner, Kibo!" Well, the actual name of the blade is "Charon's Claw," not just "Charon." I signed the demon to you, but it was the blade who signed. Feel free to take the name from your book. It was all just a ploy to get you to touch the blade. Pretty nice trick, eh Storm?
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:52 pm
*Michael looked over the skeletal arm. the decay had stopped at his shoulder.*
Michael: Nice trick.
*Michael walked over to his desk and removed a glove. Pulling it over his hand he walked back over to Kibo.*
Michael: this form belongs to more demons than I can mention so Charon will have to settle with my arm. It is a shame mr. Botch, we could have taken the world, i would have even settled your friend's debt with Jones. But it is clear where you stand. I'll see the two of you in three days and for your sake, Storm Silverwind will be with you.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:56 pm
Kibo: Oh, one more thing.
Kibo flicks his palm, and the blood-red string reappears, pulling Charon's Claw back into his hand, and through the wall, leaving a nice clean hole.
Kibo: There, that's better. Now please explain to Jones there why he is once again one soul short, after you said you were handling it.
He points over Michael's shoulder, where Davy Jones was once again standing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:56 pm
Storm laughed.
"To bad Ol' Lobster Claw probably wouldn't be affected by it. Ah yes, the matter of "my 'soul'. Which, conicedentlly, already is bound to anoth devine being and therefore cannont be transfered by a mere mortal such as myself."
Storm muttered a few words and a very dirty, very stoop man with a spiral tattoo with black dashes interuptin the flow on his left hand appared on deck blinking rabadily. He fell to his knees when he saw Storm's ebon skin and silver hair. "My mistress. One thousand fifty-seventh is here to serve her every whim. What does my lady bid?"
"Sign the book. You will be given extra rations and a day off of stone work labor."
The man practicauly lept at the book and scribled in his spiral mark. As soon as he'd made his mark, Strom flicked a dagger into his throat. THe man died, drowing in his own blood.
"Debt settled."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:58 pm
Kibo: Oops, I take back that "one soul short" remark.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:20 am
*Michael stood up and closed his book. Jones walked over to the body of Storm Silverwind and lifted it up.*
Davy Jones: "If all is settled, then i shall return to my ship."
*Jones dissapears once again with the body of S. Silverwind. Michael stands up behind his desk.*
Michael: You both seem to be excellent Captains, it is a shame we could not come to a mutual alliance. I'll give you this much, leave Tortuga before the end of next month, it is too late to save this place.
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