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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:18 am
Kibo: I wasn't threatening you.
His blade turns into a thin barbed string, and he swings it around the slave's neck, leaving several small cuts. Dark marks begin to extend from the markings, around the man's throat.
Kibo: And if you're calling me "master," I expect you be treat me with more respect. Get out of my sight and enjoy your last few moments of life.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:22 am
"My lady's words and not my own."
The slave stood stubbornly still while he was dying.
"She wishes to know if you or Michael have a response and I am biden to wait until such a time."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:30 am
Kibo: Tell her that anything I have to say will be told directly to her, and not through some middle-man.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 3:12 pm
The slave turned and collapsed, a dirk through the back of his throat. Storm pulled her weapon free and cleaned it on his smock. She dropped a small bag of coins onto his chest and bowed.
"I am here. What are your words?"
In her other hand was a purple-painted toy ship with black callarigafy on the side naming it the Golden Storm. Behind her, Death Wind was literally sailing in circles around the embattled Phantom and Concord, firing in an undisgressed manner at both.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 5:41 pm
Kibo: First off, before I say anything, I just want to tell you that firing cannons at the Phantasm is useless. Beneath the wood is a think layer of iron, able to withstand both cannon and explosions.
He points to his ship, specifically, the cannonballs penetrating the wood, then bouncing off.
Kibo: Now, truth be told, I just wanted to distract you.
Kibo taps the second marking on his arm, and holds out his hand. A spike of water fires into the side of the Death Wind. After a few seconds, the water flows back out, and Kibo smirks as the cannon fire stops.
Kibo: I've soaked your entire ship's store of gunpowder. That should slow you down for a while.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 12:22 pm
[Sorry guys, but I won't be able to get online for a week+, probably. Have fun smashing each other's brains out! La'ers!]
Storm shrugged.
"So if cannons don't work, I use a different weapon."
Crouching, She tapped the claw-ish looking mark on her dead slave's inner forarm. Death Wind resumed it's circleing. Instead of firing cannon balls, however, long spears were fired. Servale had chains and twisted themselves through the sails and riggings. Those without chainsdripped some black substance from the hollowed out tips causing whatever it touched to smoke and burst into flames.
"Spitfires. Very nice, no? Unfortuently for you, they aren't affected by water and really any other element."
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 12:59 pm
Kibo: That's metal. Metal is made from rock.
He taps the fifth marking on his arm, and holds his hand out. The metal chains stop in the air. Kibo swings his hand around, and the chains swing the spears back towards the Death Wind, tangling themselves in her rigging.
Kibo: And the handles are wood.
He taps the sixth marking, and holds out his hand. The spears turn, and fly back onto the Death Wind, causing several small fires to break out.
Kibo: There, that's enough out of you.
He holds out his right hand, and a blood-red rope rises out of his palm. He swings it around Storm, incapacitating her arms and legs. He picks her up over his shoulder, and carries her over to the wheel, suspending her off the ground on one of the prongs of the wheel.
Kibo: Now stay there and think about what you've done.
He turns to Michael.
Kibo: Now, where were we?
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 3:07 pm
One of Storm's innumerable dagger slipped into her hand and she cut her way from the ropes in one smooth motion.
"I have never beena good little girl nor one to think about what I've done. Especially, when the person trying to make me think about what I've done cannot even get his facts stright."
She smiled, patronizing.
"So I take it you shall not be taking me up on my offer?"
Amazingly, she still held onto her little Golden Storm.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 4:02 pm
((Actually, I just did that so you wouldn't be standing there the entire battle, if you were gonna be gone for a week+ mrgreen ))
Kibo: I'm sorry, but with battle and all that, I've forgotten what your offer is. Care to restate it?
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:13 pm
(Alright I am back and i just want to apologize in advance if i miss any detail from anyone's post, aas you can see i have alot to read through and i promise i do my best. So Tiny, sorry for missing that bit about Zuan, if it makes you feel better you can kill him in the end. Alright lets continue...)
[Santo Columbia]
*A sword plunges into Kibo's back."
Michael: "We were..."
*A second sword, held by a second Michael is thrust into Kibo's back.*
Michael:"... Right here."
*The true Michael stands away from the two new homunculi looking over the blood soaked sack.*
Michael: "Is this Savard? I never really did like him, had a bad habit of playing with his food and slobbered like a dog. So un professional."
*Michael looked over at storm.*
Michael: "If you have a problem with any of my crew could you please hold off and kill them after they've served a purpose?"
[Concorde]
(I don't think i have an officer over there so i can't do anything just yet.)
*Several crewmen lifted whatever they could and chared towards Scar.*
[Mystik]
*Zuan looked at his new opponent.*
Zuan: "You are the captain? Well I must say this was an interesting tactic..."
*Zuan lifts his pistol and brings it down in such a swift motion that the sound of the gunfire is lost in the wind. Guy's blood spills onto the deck. Zuan stares into his glazed eyes.*
Zuan: "... but it was also and insulting one."
*Zuan wipes off his bayonett and holds it like a sword toward Tiny.*
Zuan: "So, you are my opponent now."
[Sunset.]
*As the Unblinking becomes a mortal his phantom clones fade to ash. His jaw comes back into place as color returns to his face. The Unblinking falls backwards as his arm falls besides his head...
...El Fantasma looks down at Faulk's dagger.*
El Fantasma: "Haven't you alreay tried this at one time or another?"
*El Fantasma lets out a low wistle and an axe flies through the air barely missing Faulk. El Fantasma takes this moment to pick up his blade and stand across from Faulk. El Fantasma whistles once again as two phantom crewmen sail over to Fairman.*
El Fantasma: "Keep 'm out of our battle boys..."
*To Fairman*
El Fantasma: "It is disrespectful to knock aside a captain, especially when he is "negotiating" with another captain."
[Acorzada]
*The smile faded from Van Tyne's face as his own cannon balls came sailing back towards his ship.*
Van Tyne: "Brace yoursel..."
*Before Van Tyne could finish a cannonball landed by his feet sending him flying across the deck. When Van tyne stood again he saw that damage was near critical and the Acorzada may not leave from battle.*
Van Tyne: "We no longer have anything to lose! Give it all you've got!"
Crew: "Aye!"
*The loud cheers was acompanied by the sound of splintering wood as the two ships collided.*
[Bloody Mary]
*Richman stumbled backwards clutching his hand to his chest. He took a moment to examine the crimson blood. It began to run down his fingers as rain fell on deck.*
Richman: " I am a little envious... All my brothers seemed to have all of the fun and now their suns are off living these lives."
*Richman regained his form.*
Richman: "Maybe i just wasn't hugged enough as a child..."
(Ok if I forgot anything let me know, and again sorry Tiny.)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:36 pm
Kibo chuckles as the blades in his back turn to ash. He pulls down his collar, revealing a blood-red skin-tight fabric.
Kibo: A variation on Charon's Guard.
He looks over at the Homunculi, shaking his head.
Kibo: Really, Mikey, alchemy? Who do you think you're kidding? If there's one form of magic lower than Necromancy, it's alchemy.
He taps the 8th marking on his arm, and holds out his hand. The homunculi's fingers wrap around their own necks, strangling themselves.
Kibo: Biomancy. Control over living cells. Soul or no soul, those cells are alive.
[Sunset]
Francis spins the sword around, holding it like a dagger. He grabs the blade with his other hand, and the blade splits into two. The blades thicken and curve backwards, towards his elbows.
Francis: Wave swords. Quick, agile, and deadly.
He swings them inward, cutting at Unblinking's chest.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:16 am
[Sunset]
*With one arm the Unblinking pushes himself and rolled to the opposite side of the deck. The Unblinking stood up and removed a sword from a dead sailor.*
Unblinking: "If your brother died to protect you..."
*Unblinking begins to run forward holding his own sword and the new one.*
Unblinking: "... Then I will make sure that it was in vain!"
[Santo Columbia]
*The two homunculi fall to the deck, but their bodies melt away into the same silvery substance and join with the first. The two new puddles wrap around the crimson leach and destroy it. The leach creatures join into one and fall over the side of the ship. The silver mass glides under the water towards the Phantasm. Michael stands near the stairs to the helm, sword drawn,*
Michael: "It's always been a hobby of mine, and if you get to show off all these cool necromancy tricks then why can't I show off my alchemy?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:13 am
Kibo was suddenly behind Michael. He holds out his left hand, shoving his hand into, literally, Michael's back. Black marks slowly begin to grow from the holes in his back where Kibo's fingers were now embedded. Kibo: You talk too much. [ Sunset] Francis spins the blades around, hooking them in between Unblinking's blades, and pushing one out of the way, in two different directions. He spins the blades so that they are hooked inward, stabbing them forward, making a sort of pincer with it. ((By the way, here's what Francis' swords look like, roughly.  ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 4:05 pm
[Santo Columbia]
*Michael kicks his foot backward, a dagger coming out from the heel. Michael catches Kibo belw his stomach and sends him backwards. Michael pulls away from Kibo.*
Michael: "Just trying to lighten the mood a little, you treat battle like it is serious and depressing."
[Sunset]
*The Unblinking drops his swords and brings his knee up into Francis' chest.*
Unblinking: "Vile swine! My time on this Earth is almost up! once my Captain is no longer distracted by yours he will restore me to my ghostly form."
*The unblinking began to climb the rigging on the central mast. He grabbed a sailor by the throat and tossed him down to the deck stealing his dagger.*
(Nice sword)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:27 pm
The blade shatters as it hits Kibo, but sends him flying back nonetheless. He lands on his feet, immediately rushing past Michael, scratching him in the side as he passes. More black marks begin to grow from each new wound Kibo gives with his left arm.
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