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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 3:45 pm
watchtower-guardian DarkRaven1217 Markos Ragnos ((Oh darnit I missed the whole battle,oh well,Just being on the ship is fine with me.)) ((Sorry to correct you crow but if the ball and chain shot looks like two cannonballs attached by a chain,Its called a knipple(at least it is in Pirates of the caribbean (the game).)) ((Beware the awesomeness of Crow... it is never wrong.. except when she challenges me to a battle. *evil laugh)) ((Don't bring that trash up in here, you ain't got no J. This is MY house!))
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:21 pm
Gourou Bandai watchtower-guardian DarkRaven1217 Markos Ragnos ((Oh darnit I missed the whole battle,oh well,Just being on the ship is fine with me.)) ((Sorry to correct you crow but if the ball and chain shot looks like two cannonballs attached by a chain,Its called a knipple(at least it is in Pirates of the caribbean (the game).)) ((Beware the awesomeness of Crow... it is never wrong.. except when she challenges me to a battle. *evil laugh)) ((Don't bring that trash up in here, you ain't got no J. This is MY house!)) ((*cough*))
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 3:47 pm
Chris and the blacksmith were quick to jump back for the Rosenrot before the captain sailed it away from the other ship, leaving all but one of the men they'd had at swordpoint alive and well. The one dead...well, he shouldn't have expected Chris to just let him stab her.
Smiling devilishly, Chris cut grappling ropes still attached to the Rosenrot, keeping the hooks on board. They would always be useful later. Turning back to the deck of the Rosenrot, Chris handed an armful of the hooks to her fighting partner.
"Good work out ther'." She congratulated, the excitement still obvious in her voice, though it and the adrenaline were beginning to drain.
She'd suffered minor injuries including a knock to the head, a couple more cuts and bruises to decorate her arm, and an annoying gash in her vest. Chris'd had the vest for quite a while...to have it cut was not pleasant. One cut on her leg hadn't stop bleeding until the whole outside of her leg was red, but overall, Chris felt as though she'd come out of the fight a winner (though her opinion might've been different had she looked in a mirror). The blacksmith too....Chris reminded herself to get the boy's name once things calmed down.
Of course...the actions of Captain Robichaux were most intriguing. It was obvious that the two captains knew one another...but people were dying in the petty arguments, and crew members weren't always so easily replaced. Chris just shrugged it off, she hadn't died after all.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 4:38 pm
Andrea quickly crossed back over to the Rosenrot, obviously this battle had been all for naught. She had added a new set of cuts and bruises to her current collection though hopefully she would be healed up soon enough.
But her slight injuries were not the prominent thoughts winding about her mind for the actions of the Captain were far more interesting. He may be a drunkard sometimes, but at times he could make the most lucid of decisions.
Though inclined to question the Captain on his decision Andrea decided against it. She knew him well enough to know when to leave him be. A time for an explination would come if he saw fit, as long as such things did not concern her then she would not bother with it...
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 4:55 pm
Robichaux streched a bit "We're setting sail to Indican, we need to repair yet again from our fight it seems-- Also I hear tale the mapmaker there has a direct route line to some treasure, out next bounty. He won't be giving it willingly, so I and my esteemed co-council will have to..persuade him." Robichaux stuck up a finger "Final order of business! We have some new recruits on board, you may introduce yourselves if you like but I don't believe it wholly necessary. The new recruits are to follow Marcus down to their brig to be reoutfitted with our crew's colors. Crew, treat them kindly. That is all!" Robichaux took again to navigating, and nursing at a bruised shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:06 pm
Name: Janice Merdel
Goes by: Jan
Sex: Male
Age: 8
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Small, slender and border-line mal-nourished. He has short, grimy black hair and sharp brown eyes. His skin is sickeningly light, almost translucent. Other wise, his completion is clear and soft, though weathered by dirt and hard life of living in the gutter.
Clothing: He wears a slightly too small plain grayish brown tunic and trousers that are covered in patches. Since he is also out stealing at night most of the time, he has managed to get his hands on a black tight-fitting "sneak suit"
Weapons: Jan knows that if he ever gets into a fight or is caught, he knows its better for him to run and hide than stand and fight.
Bio: Jan's parents both died when their apartment building was robbed and burnt, himself narrowly escaping. Now being homeless and family less, he lives on the street or in any nook he can find while stealing what he needs to live.
Additional notes: He is both smart and dexterous, but drastically uneducated. His only noticeable skills besides thieving and spying are sewing and fishing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:33 pm
Choice words were muttered as Marcus grabbed the two new recruits and practically threw them down the cramped stair case to the crew's quarters.
"Practically rip the ship to pieces for a bloody game.. if that blasted man doesn't get it together he'll have a mutiny on board. But of course, who am I to say anything I'm only the Scout. Yesss.. but of course.. throw the maggots to Marcus, he doesn't do anything worth while on the ship anyway. " The words continued until he had gotten the other two to undress and had dug around in the many trucks that the massive hull housed and found atleast semi-fitting uniforms for the two boys to wear.
"These will suit you fine.. get them messed up and you'll pay with skin to replace the cloth. Now go, I'm sure our damned Captain has words of wisdom to impart upon the two of you to further corrupt your souls. Go on leave."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:56 pm
"Now reason to loose our temper Marcus." said Andrea from the base of the wooden stairs that led up to the main deck of the ship as she watched him deal with the new recruits.
"They will have more than enough hardship ahead ...no need to do any more harm." she said slyly as she turned to leave.
"And Marcus," she said, a subtle threat entwined within her tone. "watch your tongue, it can get you into the worst of trouble. Speaking of mutiny in any sense...is not a wise thing to do, at least not with the Captain dealing with whatever happened during that duel." She stated this in a tone reminiscent of her years when she was on the verge of graduating from the school that her merchant father had sent her off to for so many years. Her past life was still prominent in her speech and somewhat in her demeanor.
Andrea then turned around to ascend back upwards to the upper deck.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:18 pm
Marcus scowled at the place where Andrea's body dissapeared into the higher levels and automatically felt like killing something. Compromising, he took out one of his knives and sunk it to the hilt in the hull of the ship. Not that it would hurt it.. the wood used to make the Rosenrot's underbelly was well past thick enough to handle a knife puncture. Just to be safe he hit the hilt of the blade with the added force of his anger towards the Captain and frustration with Andrea's tone, the impact broke the knife where it connected to the wood. It had been a disposable knife.. barely sturdy enough for throwing, much less what he had done.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:46 pm
Robichaux had a pipe to his lips as he hummed a tune to himself. He blew smoke out of his nose in a slow curl as he saw Andrea coming up the steps. "That's not the last time you'll see Levowitz, we grew up together-- me an' him; been through alot.. But as you can see, we've parted ways..I hate his guts, and damned if he doesn't hate mine. But no matter what he'd do I couldn't kill him, nor could he me.. You'll learn someday Andrea-- alot of men have died just for our petty games; but that's the way it is with everything. When you play chess with someone, some of your pieces have to die..But rarely does a king ever kill a king." Robichaux took another long drag from his pipe. "You were such a nice girl when I first met you-- but the sea has hardened you; it's hardened us all..So I know you of all people don't hate me...much."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:00 pm
Jack yawned as he lowered himself on the netting attached to the mast and sides of the ship. He had napped in the crows nest yet he still semed rather restless his eyes heavy with a mild hangover. several feet above the ships deck he jumped downt he rest of the way, as he let go of the netting. He dropped with a dull thud as his thick leather boots hit the hardwood. He swept his hand past his forehead pushing back his bandana as he took it off as he shook his long matted hair. he tied his bandana once more atop his head as he gazed around quirking at the new damage the ship had apparently taken while he was asleep. " Well Well, whats all this, now?" He spoke in a dull tone to no one specific other than himself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:09 pm
''Observation is a wonderfull thing Jack,'' Marcus said with a menacing tone after emerging from the lower levels," how many times have I told you never to fall asleep in the Basket? What if someone had aimed just so that they took out our mast? You'd be dead.. not that I'd be complaining but I'm sure the captain would have something to say about it." With a clap, Marcus's hand connected with Jacks head. The Scout turned away from the haggard man and towards the starboard side of the ship. He had been walking around in the Crew quarters for a little bit thinking to himself.. he knew that he hated this ship, but he also knew that there was no way for him to break away from it and the crew. With a strong scowl set across his face he headed for the Captains quarters. There should be some sort of general idea as to where they were headed and thats where he would find it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:22 pm
Robichaux looked down at Marcus with a hint of disdain "Aye! What do ye think ye be doin'? I can't be letting scouts into the captain's quarters! Only I, Andrea, captains, and fine women are allowed in my quarters!...Just what do ye want in there anyhow?" Robichaux spit away a tobacco seed that had come through the feed of the pipe.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:30 pm
The smack caught him off guard as he stumbled backwards a step, rubbing his heads as he gazed upon marcus with a quirked brow. He then grinned " The captain might say something about the mast being gone, but Im sure he wouldnt even notice my absense." He chuckled softly. " I can't help myself though. theres not much up to do up there and It quite comfortable." He smiled once more at how much of a bother he was as he took hold of the netting he had previously climbed down on, leaning against it as he gazed out to sea, watching the rolling waves meet the horizon of the sky..
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:30 pm
Marcus was fighting to control his temper as he spun around to meet the Captains gaze.
"I'm trying to figure out where the hell you plan on draggin us next, Sir." His eyes were practically daring the Captain to act against him.
"I do more than most of the other drunken fools you have on this ship and its about bloody time you took the time away from drinking to realize that! Who's the one that recruits the replacements for the crew that get killed in your little blasted games.. that'd be me. I'm the one that watches everything around us while your drunk, so that we don't get blind-sighted by an attack by the many pointless rivals you have." He threw caution to the wind as the words poured from his mouth, barely noticing the silence that had clouded the crew members of the ship at his practically blasphemous words.
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