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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:26 am
Blue Diamond The crisp sea air flies by your face, the scent of the salt inhabiting your nostrils, and the power of the wind guiding your every chance to sail. Life at sea is not all fun and games, though the atmosphere is usually chosen to be breathtaking. The Royal navy does not support the ones called ‘scandals, thieves, home wreckers, demons,’ and of course…. ‘really bad eggs.’ This god-forsaken crew is among the best known to those who believe or nothing but a shadow in stories passed for years by storytellers, but what, might you ask, makes them so different? They are abnormal. Different. Or, perhaps, gifted, you might say. This crew that sails just as any other crew posses special abilities enabling one to control wind, the other to turn into a wolf by choice, and maybe one to read minds. But these things are only said in stories… perhaps. RULES arrow I am not the captain of this ship, but am still superior. arrow Please PM me your profiles since there are certain positions that need to be filled. arrow You may play up to three characters arrow All other rules are those of the guild. arrow Particular profile sheets, positions, and profiles are on in the STICKY.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:08 pm
The spray felt nice on Richard Landguard's mildly handsome face. he closed his one eye a moment, then reopened it. He'd only been born with one eye. As a child, he had wondered how it felt to have two eyes, until he had realised it was much easier to ignore it. He'd tied a black piece of fabric acround it, and lived with it. He'd been oblivious to the fact it added to any mystery he may have held. Raising his hat and sticking it back on head tilted back to let the spray on his face, he looked back at the waiting cannon team. He mentally berated himself for slacking on what he was meant to do, and dropped the knotted rope into the sea, letting it drop until it stopped tugging for more. He drew the rope back and looked at the team again, "We're moving at around 12 knots." He informed them, meaning a..." he paused, working it out, his tongue poking out slightly as he did. He moved his arm to his chin, making his coat flutter, and rocking his sabre. "Left turn of two screws?" He grinned as they nodded, then lept off the ships guard rail, "Happy to help" he said with a grin, then strode back to the port side, and looked back out to sea.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:34 pm
Nivena brushed her fingers through her navy hair, the lighter strands shimmering blue like the ocean itself, though it was appropriate since she was a water bender. She leaned against the railing, listening to the sea water rush pass the ship as the wind carried them over the vast ocean. It was if the seawater could speak its own language to her, and she just listened. A light smile passed on her lips as she lifted her hand over the railing, a rope-like strand tising from the ocean to the middle of her palm. It danced for her, spinning and curving into odd shapes by her command. Even though she was so familiar with water's shape and form, she was amazed by it. She allowed the strand to drop back to the sea, creating not even the sound of a splash. There must have been something she needed to do...
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:48 pm
Accio slowly walked on deck, enjoying the breeze. HEr long red hair flowing to and fro. She noticed a younger mate flailing a cutlass around. She shook her head as she passed Nivena. She caught the flailing blade with her serverly scared hand. "Tut tut," She said to him. "Like this," She swiped her own cutlass out and performed dazzling tricks and swipes. She boy did a little, then got the tip dug into the deck railing. "Eh," She helped him get it right.
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afterdark_angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 11:32 am
Arya was in the crow's nest, her customary place on the ship and one that she allowed few other people to enter. She had fitted a small box to the rounded side herself where she kept any items she might need during the day, such as her telescope, additional powder and shot, rope and a ration of water.
Underneath this assortment of goods were a couple of other personal objects that she didn't want to leave in the sailors' sleeping quarters and her small collection of items that she had taken from those that she had killed. She didn't believe in forgetting the dead and those tokens - an assortment of everyday objects - reminded her that she couldn't write those people off as evil or alien, that most of them were ordinary people. The thought was sobering and had been one of the things that had helped her to develop a certain coldness to the idea of killing others. She believed that everyone that convinced themselves that the people they killed were inhuman would one day realise exactly what they had done and would fail to cope with the reality.
The only other thing in there was the gold she had left after she had sent most of it home when they last docked. She rarely spoke about her family - personal information could be a weakness to be exploited in the wrong hands - and most of the crew weren't aware that she had any family at all. On previous ships there had even been rumours that she sent her money to a partner on one of the islands who buried it all for her and once she had even been grabbed by fellow pirates in one of the ports, wanting to know where her gold was buried. She smiled bitterly at the memory. Their deaths had been quick but she now regretted the fit of temper that had led her to slit their throats as they begged for mercy. It was a fairer death than they would have given her... but that wasn't saying much. She could accept that they would never be trustworthy... but who had been on that ship?
She was staring out to sea as she thought, a part of her mind unfailingly watching everything on the horizon. It alerted the rest of her as she thought she glimpsed a sail and she picked up the telescope and put it to her eye. It didn't help much; the cloud was thick and she couldn't make out the hazy shape, but with the telescope she saw that whatever it was would be too small to be a sail. She lowered the telescope. The ship was safe for the time being.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:00 pm
[I like your avvy, Russian.]
Richard gave a dull yawn from where he stood. Idly watching the sea life that travelled in the ships wake, the young man sighed. His eyes slid out to the horizen, watching the clouds. With a bored grunt, he span to face inship. His dull green eye scanned the ship, as he tilted his hat forwards. Watching the weapons specialist weaving her sword about, another light grunt escaped his lips.
Turning his head from the display, his eyes fell on the crowsnests mast. Tracing it with his eye, he looked up at the woman who sat up there. He'd never actually spoken to her before, and was curious. Shaking his head, he glanced to his right, towards the rear of the ship, and caught a sight of the first mate.
Pushing himself upright, he walked towards her in his usual swagger, not from a twisted pride, but from years at sea. He'd learnt to walk on a ship, so his steps alway matched the rock to counter it. Pondering if people knew this, or belive him arrogant, he paused, then shrugged. Resuming his walk, he slid to a stop beside the first mate, leaning against the railing to face inship. He was silent a moment, then asked in a voice that could be called nothing other than respectful, "Ma'am, are we going to be making an attack soon?"
Blunt and to the point? That was just Richard Languard's style of speech. Why beat around the bush?
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 5:24 pm
Nevina gazed over at Richard, a slight smile as he approached her, minding the way he walked. She was one of the few who could even balance a book on her head at sea. Talk about a trick, that might be with the way the sea turns the ship, rocking it and the waves splash the sides. She walked over to the wheel of the ship, grabbing a map that was sitting on a small desk-like piece of furniture. She laid it out onto the wood, pointing her finger to where they were. "We are here, mate," she said, her Irish sccent ringing in her voice as usual. Even in her many years away from home, and even one in Italy, she still managed to keep it in her voice. "If we travel at the current speed, the capt'n says we should be in Marocco by miday. It's a bussy day at the marketplace there, so why not destroy all the fun?" she explained, rolling the map back up and tieing it with a red ribbon, placing it back where it belonged. ((Perhaps I WILL have to play the captain. That's alright though. And thanks for the compliment.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:54 pm
Richard's accentless tone lightly picked up a touch of Irish as he replied. It happened everytime he spoke. He'd been raised around so many accents he just picked up an accentless one, and copied others when spoken to. It could be freaky, and got Richard into a few fights sometimes. He glanced at the map with a smile, "I'm sure my girls can deal with them." He looked closer at the map, "So if we're going shopping, is there anything special you want picked up?"
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:12 pm
"Perhaps this will just be a quieter raid. We don't want to get into too much trouble," she eyed Richard for a moment, "Though I'm sure you'll get yourself into some sort of fight." She smirked again as she thought of what the crew needed. "Captain says we need more rum... bread, amo, of course... the basics. I have my own questing to do with the Marroccian jewlers," she said, adding the last request with more of a sly tone. She had heard of a pendant in the shap of a butterfly one with wings colored in jewels and held together in gold located in Africa. Perhaps it would be there.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:00 pm
[Maybe if the captain died of... Scurvey, or something?
That would put you in charge, until an eletion was sorted.
My guy'll vite for whoevers nice to him. He follows my rules wi' women.
Screw looks. Its the insides thats iimportant. <3
I think Afterdark doubts that view though. confused ]
"Why does it have to be quieter?" Richard asked sollumly, "Is this because I blew up the fort? Look, I swar I never knew it was gunpoweder in those barrells! I thought it was water." He shook his head, then looked back at the map. "Fruit? Mother always told me an apple a day, keeps the doctor away." He smiled, "But so does a musket."
Flicking a look up at the first mate, he straightened to look at her, the sly tone had thrown him. Dispite being risen with women, he had little thoughts of them other than friendship. Hell, what woman was going to have 'the talk' with a male, that could possibly strike up a sexual storm on the ship? He looked down at the map, "I'm sure we can find you a merchant."
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:28 pm
((We'll see.)) "It isn't any merchant, my friend," she said, "and I'm dealing with this one on my own. It's a personal goal of mine." She looked away from Richard to peer over the railing of the ship to the water that was as blue as her eyes. The water swirled into the face of her brother, his hair as navy as hers, but his eyes unreadable. She shook her head. Yes, she had to take care of this amtter on her own.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:14 pm
Richard gave a shrug, "I should hope so. No one held my hand to go shopping, so why should I hold yours?" He grinned, nudging her, then winked, "Anyway, I'm going to practice my musket drill. It needs work. I'm getting slower."
Drawing off from his fist mate, he moved back to where he'd been stood before, dropping his musket from his shoulder and drew the hammer back to the 'half cocked' position, his other hand already reaching for the ammo pouch at his waist. He quickly drew out a cartrage and bit it. so the bullet stayed in his mouth, he swiftly poured some powder down the barrel, then spat the bullet in, drawing out his ramrod and ramming the bullet down with it. Returning it to its holding hoops, he raised the musket, pulling the c**k back so the gun was ready. Without paiusing, he fired the bullet, the powder exploding in his face, leaving a faint black mark on his right side. Without stopping, he lowered the musket, and started all over again.
[He's gonna practice all week, while I'm in Cyprus.]
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 6:25 pm
The kid got it down, so Accio strode tword Richard and Nevina. Her hand slightly brushed up on Richards hand, and moments later, she transformed into him. She smiled to herself, as some random sailors straitened up a bit as she strode past, looking like Richard.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:56 am
Arya looked out at the fog with deep dislike. "Too much damn cloud cover." She muttered, making her way towards the edge of the crow's nest after replacing the telescope in its former place. "Can see just as much with my eyes closed." She stood on the round edge and leapt down for the rigging, her fingers easily catching hold. She didn't feel much like climbing down, so let herself drop, grabbing hold again every so often to slow her descent. She dropped the last few feet to the deck, landing in a crouch, nodding at Landguard as she passed him walking in the other direction. She strode towards the end of the ship and caught sight of Landguard again, this time firing his musket. She blinked and turned round to stare back the way she had come. A slight of expression of amusement crossed her features as she leant on the rail nearby.
"Is it difficult being in two places at once?" She asked innocently, wondering how soon he'd catch on. She'd never spoken to the weapon's master before and was curious as to how he'd handle the situation.
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afterdark_angel Vice Captain
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 5:14 pm
Richard glanced up as he caught sght of himself, a grin covering his face, "Why.. I am one damned handsome man, even if I do say so myself." He ran a hand over his chin, looking critically at himself, then down at his own body, then up to look at the woman in the crows nest, grinning, "I love being in two places at one time. It means I get to do double the work in half the time."
As he spoke, he mentally begn to concentraite on the hat upon the false Richard's head, lifting it off, and making it spin, then flip over and drop down onto the imposters head, "Now take of that disguise, I'm far to good looking to have such a devilishly handsome rival."
Ofcause, he had no idea what he'd be rivaled at. As the poster may have said before, Richard had never been given the 'talk', since the ship was mostly populated wth women who, hopefully, realised that 'the talk' given to a male from a female point of view, would possibly burn his mind out.
[Is that an evil look I just saw, Nursy?]
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