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Post by Kengplant on Nov 7, 2007 13:00:15 GMT -5
((Don't mean to ruin your fun Tony, but the Judgement is not there. The Judge actually did go out to sea and away from the islands and has not returned to find the Weewoo. Not yet anyways
And ROFFLE Hunty XD))
Jenkins was in his cabin, pouring over maps and reading something over. The Judgment was a few few miles off from the islands. Hidden by distance not even the keenest eye of the Weewoo armed with a telescope could see across. He murmered quietly to himself as he made sure all was in order in the formal letter.
My patience is running thin. My crew and I could have taken the white ship easily enough through traditional means with minimal damage to ourselves had it not been for the insistence of you and my naval superiors that your way is better. I was told many times that the crew of the white ship would especially require the use of your strategy due to their magical prowess. These great abilities you spoke of were mere trivialities when faced with the organized discipline of my crew who'd have finnished the task cleanly had it not been for an interruption. Perhaps you should make that a priority instead? If the grandeur of your preachings of our enemies continues to be exaggerated I may have to make new, less generous arrangements.
-Capt. Jenkins of the Judgment
((all I have time for for now, I'll finnish the post after school today... or maybe in school, lecture halls with dim lights means you can sleep or play poker in class if you wanted and no one would know XD))
EDIT: ((I modified the letter aswell.))
Satisfied he neatly sealed the letter and sent for the cabin boy Jaque. He was getting a little old to be a cabin boy. Or perhaps to experienced at sea would be more accurate. "Yes Captain?" "Take this letter and send it by one of our birds please. They'll know where to take it, they always do. Goodness knows how." "Aye Captain." came the response and with a sharp turn on his heel towards the door his steps could soon be heard fadding off.
Then Jenkins returned to his maps. There was something bothering him about the speed with which both ships had come. The Underdog had approached with many of it's sails limp and the White Weewoo had reached the islands much faster than their winds should have allowed. He thought back to what he's written about the magical powers of the pirates and wondered if perhaps he was underestimating them. It was quite possible that they had been cooking up some frontal assault of unnatural fury and had been just waiting for the moment to release them before he'd had to flee due to the arrival of the third ship. Either way the letter would serve it's purpose to hopefully spur a bit more enthusiasm from the other Captains he was allied with. He'd sent out similar letters to a few ships. Some would take days before they would recieve word and then a few more days before they could send word back. Their messengers were hardy and crafty beasts though, well bred for the cause.
((more comming, have to write this in intervals or it won't be written at all. ... You guys can just keep posting in the mean time, don't wait XD))
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Post by Zylaa on Nov 7, 2007 23:09:28 GMT -5
((XDD Hunty, have I ever mentioned that you're my hero?))
Zylaa backed further away from the Sue and towards the captain.
"Since the Sue and Dragon will no doubt have an epic battle to resolve their differences, at some point the Sue will threaten Dragon by torturing you," she said. "At least, that's my best guess. Dragon could be up to taking out this Sue on her own." The weasel thought for a second. "Of course, nobody can dispute the ultimate power of RCP."
A few more steps back and Zylaa hit the wall of the cavern, which was squishy with mushrooms. So that's what they eat! she thought. She pulled off a few with the vague idea of chucking them at the Sue if things went wrong.
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Post by Kengplant on Nov 11, 2007 19:22:31 GMT -5
"Well, I sure as the moon ain't gonna sit around and watch Dragon fight it out with Miss Sue on her own. And, " Keng stated resolutely as she changed the focus of her words towards Dragon, "if you insist we stay out of this than your just being selfish and will have to deal with the help anyways."
Keng could now only wait for the first move to be made. Even if she had no intention of staying out of it, she knew it wasn't for her to start the battle.
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Moving from his cabin to his deck Capt. Jenkins looked about, content to see repairs were being made in an orderly and efficient fashion. He'd taken some time to inspect some of the damage. The acid had been especially to observe the effects of. He was trying to figure out if there would be some way to defend against the all consuming droplets. Perhaps water would be enough to dilute it to a state harmless to them? It would be another half hour to and hour before the repairs would be fully completed. There would be time to strategise his next move during that time. He considered going back to the islands to search for the white ship. But he didn't like have to chase his enemies. He preffered to wait for them to come to him. Besides, he had no way of knowing if the Underdog would still be there or not. He'd had encounters with that ship before and was aware of what it's water mage, the blue man, was capable of.
((still working on this. It's turning out to be a very long re-introductory post o.0))
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Post by Kengplant on Nov 12, 2007 21:31:14 GMT -5
"Oi! Lookit there! One of ol'grump's messenger birds!" called Russel pointing up from the deck of the Underdog. By the time Sara had turned her head to look, it was no longer a messenger bird, it was just lunch. Scallywag had snatched it from the sky. "Oh great. Someone get that bird down here, I want to know what Jenkins is up to after last night! Maybe we'll be able to have some fun today." ((..., wow, that's pathetic that I can't get anymore out of my head for that right now ))
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Post by Huntress on Nov 13, 2007 15:37:28 GMT -5
Huntress shot a sideways glance at Kassandra. Her full attention was on Dragon, though the captain was positive that the Sue was also keeping an eye on all of them.
Heck. She can't take on all of them, unless she uses some sort of a self-multiplication trick.
...come to think of it, she very well might.
Then again, Hunty knew at least two effective ways for dealing with that.
"Okay guys," she stated cheerily, making the meepits stare up at her. "No use in standing here twiddling our thumbs and getting in Dragon's way, eh? I say we go and pick up a few shinies in the meantime. And perhaps free the blarfs, while we're already here. If we're quick enough, we might not even awaken the big boss from its eternal slumber and whatsit."
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Post by Kengplant on Nov 13, 2007 16:48:58 GMT -5
((*wips up some "FREE THE BLARFS!" T-shirts* *would actually draw them but is feeling lazy right now so she'll do that later.*))
"You mean we're not going to help Dragon?" Keng asked Hunty puzzled. Sues were annoying as heck to take down because they often came with annoying godmoding tendencies, which as far as Keng could see gave them all the more reason to help out.
Meanwhile Dragon and Kassandra were trying to set the record for the world's longest starring contest. Their friend the blarf seemed to be getting bored. "Blarf?" it said, looking towards the company of pirates as if to ask what to do.
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Post by Zylaa on Nov 13, 2007 23:30:34 GMT -5
((I would buy a FREE THE BLARFS shirt. ^_^ You should make some.))
"It makes sense, sort of," Zylaa said, for the moment ignoring the friend blarf. "Since Sues are portrayed as the underdogs who win in one-on-one combat, if Dragon, the younger sister, fights this Sue in one-on-one combat, she'll undermine the Sue's power. We as lesser beings can only provide cheap opportunities for the Sue to prove that she is superior."
Zylaa felt something nudge her knee from the side, and she jumped as her head whirled to face the feeling.
"Fooood?" said a little blarf, wider babyish eyes looking out from fluffy, still-short fur. Zylaa felt a little piece of her die from the cuteness.
((By the way, Goosh, how exactly did you originally tell which were the mama blarfs and the male blarfs? XD))
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Post by Kengplant on Nov 14, 2007 0:00:13 GMT -5
"No she's not food, and I am not a lesser being." complained Keng after explaining to the baby Blarf that it should not eat anthro weasles.
((I'll get some pictures done tomorow, gotta write an essay tonight.))
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Post by Huntress on Nov 14, 2007 3:16:21 GMT -5
((I'm still thinking of setting up another thread in the guild to determine the appearance of a blarf. Matter o-fact, any of you could do that. I just haven't been sure how much feedback it'd get.
....heck, who am I kidding. I've been busy/lazy, bad combination xD))
"What Zylaa said," Hunty agreed, lifting the crossbow to a more comfortable position. "One-against-many is a definite advantage for the outnumbered. One-on-one combats are big heroic showdowns."
"Problem is, good always wins, and she's the good one," remarked Bloody Mary.
"Not from our point of view. From our point of view, we're the brave adventurers and she's a... Sue, nuff said."
They both paused, staring at the metaphysical conundrum.
More blarfs had shown up on the doorway, casting shadows in the tunnel. They avoided Kassandra, who seemed to be ignoring them, but showed general curiosity towards the pirates. Some of them, the smaller and more spiky ones, however, looked pretty ruffled.
"Guys," muttered Hunty, "steer clear from the babies whenever possible, savvy? I'm not a biology teacher or anything, but I don't have to be to understand the reasoning of a female animal... or creature, anyway. Especially a mother.
H'okay," she announced, lifting the crossbow on her shoulder and marching into the blarf-ridden doorway, that cleared a little and let her pass out of pure surprise, "too many cooks spoil the broth, so Draggie, you're on your own there, I'll just go see if I can pick up something yellow and shiny that'd be worth something in the next port. Anyone who wishes to do the same can follow me. You, fuzzythings, regroup and get ready to move out and such."
The fuzzythings stared down at her as she brushed past. ((Yesh, picking up more Jack Sparrow traits by the minute >> Blame Rider for promoting me.))
"I could go and paint the face of our new kraken blue or something," Bloody Mary suggested. "And have him shout some generally encouraging one-liners."
"That works," Hunty agreed.
Kassandra spun around on spot, eyes widening. "Hey now! You can't just... walk in there." The blarfs ebbed back under her gaze.
Hunty poke her head in the doorway again, waving a golden goblet in her non-crossbowed hand. "I beg to differ, hon."
((Time to loot and emancipate the blarfs, peoples. I'ma leaving Kassandra up to Dragon, 'cause I ain't sure how often and what she's posting x3))
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Post by Goosh on Nov 16, 2007 16:37:06 GMT -5
((Zylaa--females have larger tentacles, while males have more prominent spikes. *nodnod*
Goosh stepped around Kassandra, who deftly stuck out a perfectly proportioned leg in hopes of tripping him. He kicked her shin. She swore, but it would be unhelpful to her character if the acient Etrucsan curse was specified, so we'll leave it at she swore. Goosh began oading up his sack with general nondescript riches. He found a neat gold stature in the shape of a blarf, though. All the while, Kassandra and Dragon stood tense, waiting for the other to post already attack.
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Post by Zylaa on Nov 18, 2007 22:15:42 GMT -5
((Hunty as Jack Sparrow- someone with more free time/artistic ability than me, draw it. Now.
Goosh- Ah, of course. *nods*))
Zylaa looked past the blarfs and at the treasure horde for the first time. Her inner weasel- well, okay, her outer weasel too- rejoiced in the shinyness, and Zylaa fought the urge to go dance in the gold. She did, however, bounce over to the edge of the treasure and begin plucking up her own share of the jewels.
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Post by Huntress on Nov 20, 2007 9:58:43 GMT -5
((x3 I just might be able to put something on paper here. But my scanner won't be available before Thursday.
Guys, do we actually want to battle the big boss? I mean, I was having in mind this mysterious invincible monster of d00m who'd rise with volcanoes erupting and whatsit, providing for humorous escape scenes and other fun things. We're looters, not mercenaries, if I was on a treasure island with said treasure in my hands, I'd take the treasure and take a hike a-sap instead of playing heroine. But I can't decide these things alone, can I now? Speak, peoples.))
Hunty had produced a thin strong bag from the depths of her corset and was shovelling coins and gems in. It'd be really heavy once it's full, but hey, they had a herd of blarfs there.
The herd of blarfs was looking a little unsure though. The magic - actually the bafflement - wouldn't last long.
The bag got full, and she got up. And turned to face Kassandra, who'd marched up to her, completely ignoring Dragon now, and poised her sword.
"I have acid," said the captain.
"My sword is magical," sneered the elf-sue, the sword still poised. Hunty had seen that coming - even if magical swords weren't the compulsory part of elf-sue equipment, it would've been unable to remain in one piece or do any considerable damage without being magical. After all, it looked like a piece of lace.
"Is your face magical too?" Bloody Mary asked. Technically, it was a little rhetorical, but meepits are cold and pragmatic when it comes to pretty elves. "'Cause all she has to do is swing her quiver around a little and you'll be forced to wear a paper bag for the rest of your pretty life. Come to think of it, I myself would be able to create the same effect."
Kassandra huffed, throwing her hair that whipped through the air, glittering like a waterfall. Or like a handful of cheap halloween glitter, if you wanted to be pragmatic about it. Hunty did.
"You're still no match for me," the guardian said. The sword was still poised. But whenever there's a choice between killing the enemy and taunting the enemy, most people can't resist. Especially when it gives them a chance to swirl their perfect hair. Hunty caught herself wondering what'd happen if the hair got caught in the sword's blade.
She turned to look at the blarfs, who had edged away as the elf had passed them. "Why do you fear her? You're like a herd of cows. Each and every one of you would be able to turn her into a wet little spot on the ground."
"Well, everyone fears Sues," grunted Bloody Mary.
"If I was a blarf, I wouldn't."
One of the bigger males, with a back that had more blades than a six-acre meadow, snorted quietly, releasing a puff of steam from both nostrils. Then it curled up. Like an armadillo.
Where there'd been a big fuzzy blarf was now a gigantic ball of black fur and hundreds of spikes. It was rocking back and forth quietly, balancing on a pile of coins. Piles of coins have never been the most stable standing ground.
Kassandra stared at it. "No! This doesn't... work that way! This never happens in stories!"
Bloody Mary's eyes widened. "Crud, so that's the secret? She's turned this into a story-realm?"
"That's the only realm in which Sues can survive," muttered Hunty, edging away from the elf, dragging the big bag along. "Real life kills them fast, they're too illogical." A grin spread over her face. "Well, I've always liked logic. Especially when it involves big fuzzy balls of steel."
((Well, I don't feel right dragging the whole plot. Anyone feel like squishing the Sue/creating a plot twist?))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2007 10:12:13 GMT -5
((Er worse another bent on revenge enemy sue fer us ta deal wit' later.))
Tony's nap had only been slightly disturbed with the return of Neddy. The Cloud Pteri perched on the hangline to his hammock and started twittering. The noise was annoying, but Lep'Tony wasn't budging right away. It'd be foolish to lash out at the little guy, he always managed to stand just out of reach, and he'd only succeed in plopping himself on the forecastle deck anyway.
"I get it, all's well." He said to Neddy. Looks like he was going to be busy that afternoon collecting acorns. It was enough to make the big lunk grunt as he raised himself. "Couldn't ye've waited a lil longer afore wakin' me ye gert feather bag?"
That was enough to tell Neddy he was awake. "I'll thank my lucky stars you were wrong for once Lep'Tony. Those squirrels will be out with you gathering nuts rather than into my seed cakes."
Doodle, Zalpho, and Gueles had let the warming noontime air play its spell on them. The three had leapt over the side and were splashing and swimming about to stay cool.
"Mind wingin' below an' bringin' me up a Cup o' Life messmate?" Lep'Tony asked of Neddy.
The pteri winked back and followed Tony's bidding.
Lep'Tony lifted his bulk down onto the deck. Geules had to reinforce the ribbing on the forecastle after they had signed on to better distribute his weight evenly. After a few more tongue clicks, he eased his way back to the bridge to wait for his coffee.
Two of the blue meepit sentries growled at him as he stepped up onto the deck.
"Can't ye two give it a rest? Yer Cap'n ain't here an' ye ain't givin' me yer rabies." He looked down at the two little meepits admiably. They cared enough to guard Hunty's fav'rite prize. "Why don' ye two come back aft an' take a rest, eh? Tis a glorious un fer a sun bathin'.
Both meepits cringed at the idea.
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Post by Dragon on Nov 20, 2007 13:24:24 GMT -5
((Oh yes I forgot I made this thing personal and I look like an idiot not posting anything. xP))
Dragon took a moment to regain her strength after the transformation, all the while watching her elf-sue enemy walk nonchalantly right past her like it was no big deal. Dragon just wanted to forget the whole thing. She'd really rather not go on a full fledged out war. It wasn't her style. So while Kassandra was being all frantic about her soon-to-be destruction, Dragon nicked her sword. It was a good thing she was a unicorn too. Since the sword was laced with unicorn horn (which gave it the magical property) it had no harmful effect on Dragon. So she galloped off to Hunty who was siddling out of the picture.
"Destroy or sell?" She asked, setting the sword on the ground.
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Post by Kengplant on Nov 20, 2007 19:52:38 GMT -5
Keng swiped up the sword from the ground. She held it at eye level, which made her uncomfortable. She didn't like sharp pointy things at eye level, but she wanted a better look at it. "SELL!" she proclaimed. "Look, she's got gold and jewels encrusted into it and everything. Lucky for me she seemed to think silver was below her. We could make a bloody fortune off of this thing. Probably worth almost as much as the rest of the treasure in here once you take into account craftsmanship and all that." Keng then glanced over at the Sue, suddenly she didn't seem worth fighting anymore. "As for her I guess ignoring her is as good as killing her. It'd be the Sue equivlant to throwing a bucket of water on the wicked witch of the west."
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