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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 2:14 am
Plunging the knife back into her boot, Natasha looks up, smiling at her old friend.
"I was back in town, thought I'd come and see if any of the people from the old days were still around."
To any normal person, Natasha looked like a noblewoman, perhaps gaining a fortune through inheritance or other honest means when infact, her rather fancy clothing hid a small selection of weapons, and her fortune had been gained in every dishonest way imaginable except for selling herself.
As had already been seen, she had twin daggers hiding in each boots and strapped to each thigh were elaborately decorated twin pistols.
She would have carried more weaponry, although the weather was far too warm to wear enough clothing to hide everything, and anyway, she still had a penchant for setting fire to the shoes of those who offended her using her skills as a pyromancer.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 2:28 pm
Storm gave Natasha a light hug; through the thin material of their combined items of clothing, she could feel a couple of her less well hidden knives and what not. Storm pulled back, grinning widely.
"Kibo's out of port right now, if that's who you're hinting at."
She started to go on, but was interrupted by the sight of Melanie hurrying towards the gangway. The drow frowned slightly.
"Now what?"
She glanced at Natasha.
"Sorry; she's the newest grew member. Emphasis on the 'new.'"
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 2:48 pm
"Why would I hint at those I know are not here? No ships of Kibo's are docked, so why would he be?"
She smiled at the drow.
"I was simply in port and thought I'd come and say hi."
Natasha looked over at Melanie.
"Seems your little crew member can't handle a simple drunkard... a highly polite drunkard to be exact."
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 5:08 pm
Storm grinned again.
"Well, it's always a pleasure to see you, Natasha."
She turned back towards Melanie.
"She's rather...young."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 2:02 am
"It's always a pleasure to see you too, Storm."
She looks over at the young girl,
"I was kicking drunks like that in the shins when I was 12..."
She smiles mischievously.
"...and at 15 I realised that I could set fire to their shoes."
She grins at the drow again before looking at Melanie again.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:02 am
Melanie coupled both of the women's expressions and concluded that they were forming a negative opinion about her. She glared at the two of them, not even caring that she didn't even know the other woman. "What'r you looking at?" Mel growled as she stormed on deck.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:11 am
Natasha smiled, trying her absolute hardest not to laugh at the young girl's angry entrance.
"We were simply observing a young girl who feels it's necessary to run from a polite inebriated gentleman."
She composed herself, and held a hand out to Melanie.
"Captain Natasha Blackheart at your service."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 3:13 pm
"Well polite or not, that 'gentleman' was following me.....and according to the wise Storm, if I don't want to get killed, then I shouldn't talk to anyone." Mel said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. She sighed from annoyance then looked at the other captains' hand for a moment, wondering if she'd pull any tricks on her. Then after a second of pondering, Mel stuck out her hand and shook the other captains' hand. "Melanie Florindro."
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 5:44 am
"Whether that be the case or not, Miss Florindro, it is only necessary to run from people if they either look threatening or actually take out a weapon. And running is only really an option when you're unarmed, which would be extremely foolish on this island."
Natasha looked down at her high-class clothing.
"Speaking of which, I feel extremely bare without my sword."
She claps once, her body erupting in flame for around five seconds before dying down, revealing the Captain fully changed, the pistols on her thighs now fully visible under the red dress and a large elaborately decorated sword hanging from her waist.
She smiles.
"That's better."
(Oh, her clothing now looks like this... I actually own that costume irl. xD)
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:43 am
[Sexy. ^.^]
Storm smiled At Natasha's small exchange of force.
"Now you're just showing off, girl. Are those new pistols? I like!"
She turned towards Melanie.
"Do you not have any weapons? I just assumed that you had something hidden somewhere..."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:17 pm
"I love showing off, especially in front of new people."
She takes one of the pistols from her thigh.
"Yeah, they are new. Beautiful craftsmanship, easy to grip and have a fabulous aim."
She returned it to it's holster smiling at the Drow.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:29 am
Mel raised her chin in protest. "I do have weapons,er, a weapon..." She said in a tone of slight defeat then finished it quickly. "I have a cutlass, it was my mothers."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:43 am
Storm ran her eyes over Melanie's slim form.
"A cutlass? Where? By Lloth's Eighth Leg, I declare that if you do have it on you, it's hidden in a place that I wouldn't even dare to look!"
Without asking, Storm grabbed for one of Natasha's pistols, examining it at her leisure.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:28 am
"It is hidden. In my breeches." Mel smiled proudly, then her cheeks turned bright red as she realized what that sounded like. "Not like that!" She quickly added on, then pointed to the stretch of her calf and knee. "The tip is hidden in the boot. See." She said as she pulled the fabric a little tighter over her leg, immediatly showing the hilt of the cutlass which was just above her knee.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:03 pm
"While you may have the weaponry, should you need it. Are you skilled in using it?"
Natasha says to Melanie, taking her pistol back from Storm with her left hand while her right hand lightly gripped the hilt of her simitar, all while not taking her eyes off the young girl.
((Yo peoples, this be her sword, only with the Blackheart crest in the place of the skull.))
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