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Post by Huntress on Jan 2, 2008 18:43:27 GMT -5
"Point taken," Huntress agreed, leaning on the railing. "Ey! Yep, you. Good boy. Fetch the coin. Thassit. No, no, not into the moon... aw dangit. There. Go get it. And stay away from... okay, now stay away from the moon."
"Blaaaarf," complained the kraken's hollow voice, gaining hollower notes halfway through.
"He'll get the hang of it," Hunty muttered.
The ship turned as she caught the starboard tack, and gained speed. The captain turned around again.
"Lore and myth and curses, you say?"
((Admittedly, I still ain't sure who to abuse for the role x'D None of the forumers seem to quite fit. Unless we drag Pattyjade into this.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2008 0:05:44 GMT -5
Echo, as usual, was in her kitchen, working on a new dish for the crew. The porthole above her range let in the haunting moonlight. All was going well when she reached for her paprika shaker and noticed that her furry fingers were bonier than usual. Actually, bones were all that was left. She dropped the paprika, stifling a scream. Aeris, her miniature spotted leopard, peeked out from a lower cabinet.
What did you do... she said as she shook her head.
"I didn't do anything!" Echo wiggled her skeletal hand and turned off the stove, leaving the dish. "Hunty will know what's going on," she said, taking off up the stairs to the deck, Aeris trailing at her heels.
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Post by Dragon on Jan 3, 2008 0:08:49 GMT -5
((Perhaps Kit?))
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Post by Kengplant on Jan 3, 2008 0:22:00 GMT -5
Keng, finally deciding she was tired of guarding the empty brigs headed above deck with the keys continuing to jingle between her jaws. Within a moment of entering into the moonlight the werewolf changed into an undead one. She failed to notice. "Hmmm, nmice nighhmt imsnt it?" she mumbled through her mouthful of keys. She always consider nights when the moon was showing so clearly to be nice ones. As such, she was looking up at the moon wondering how she could how at it without dropping the keys, and therefore failed to notice that the rest of her crew mates were also undead.
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Post by Dragon on Jan 3, 2008 13:53:42 GMT -5
"I've heard of an oracle upstream... I've never been there though. But ah... I've heard that she likes to know people... and she takes payment." Dragon said, turning around so she wouldn't laugh at the Blarf. She should get deck scrubbing duties, but she was almost ready for the kitchen... she liked the kitchen almost as much as she liked pirating.
"What say you, Cap'n?"
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Post by Zylaa on Jan 3, 2008 22:46:50 GMT -5
((Whoever suggested Nick- let's volunteer him. XD ))
Zylaa leapt up to the deck of the ship, bones clattering.
"Fascinating! Look, I can count all my ribs!" she exclaimed. "This would be an interesting way to learn comparative evolutionary anatomy." Noting her crewmates faces, she continued, "Or... possibly not."
Finding a patch of shadow on the deck, she amused herself with jumping in and out of the shadow, noting that once in the moonlight her clothing immediately sprouted holes, dirt stains, and threadbare patches like she had been wearing the same garment for ten years without changing. Odd, that.
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Post by Elcie on Jan 4, 2008 17:15:07 GMT -5
"Mmmf," Elycien grunted. The Thirecat had been awakened by the familiar weight of something small seating itself on her chest. "Gerroff, Bliz. 'S not daylight yet..."
She attempted to turn over, but the Gathow hissed and swiped at her with its claws. "Wake up. We have a problem."
"What?" Elycien's eyes squinted open, and then shot open the rest of the way in shock at the ghastly vision which was staring down at her, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight coming in through the window. "AAAAARGH!"
Elycien burst out of the cabin and fled. "Cap'n! Guys! There's a zombie Gathow in my cabi--- oh." She stopped short, emerging into the moonlight herself and noticing for the first time her own strange appearance. The Thirecat began to calm down considerably. "Ah. Nightmare. It's been a while." She laughed and shook a fist at the sky. "Zombies? Can't you do better than that? Bring it on, subconscious! I'm going back to bed."
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Post by Kat on Jan 5, 2008 0:02:13 GMT -5
Kat peeked out of her cabin, rubbing her eyes. "Sheesh, can't a wench get some sleep around here? Okay, okay, guess it's my fault for always burning the midnight oil doing as much research as I can - "
She paused at the sight of everyone.
And then she screamed.
"That's a good reason to get back into your cabins, ya buckets o' bones!" Kat shrank back against the door of her cabin, too petrified to even open it properly. She did not want to step into the moonlight...not only would the zombies probably decide to have her brain for a midnight snack, but she did not want to snack on anyone's brains either.
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Post by Huntress on Jan 5, 2008 12:38:21 GMT -5
((Mkay, actually I've talked us into a circle with this one x'D Fact is that it doesn't really matter who we abuse for the crazy voodoo woman, nobody would fit the role one way or another as it'd be OOC for any of the forumers one way or another, due to the parody format of this thing. Ideally, we should be able to do without any extra forumers. Granted, I did get a bunch of volunteers on the 'bloids last night, but guess which 'bloids blew up ten minutes later xDD *needs to learn to save things* As I'm spending the next half a week or so struggling with exams, my attention span here won't be the sharpest, so all suggestions are still muchly welcome.))
"Okay everyone, calm down!" Hunty stepped down from the helm again and straight into a patch of moonlight. Partly because of the added effect of intimidation. She paused, again for added effect, then looked down at herself.
"I paid a lot for this corset," she said sulkily. "It shouldn't tatter that easily." The captain looked around. "Listen up. So we're zombies. So any drink will be unable to satisfy, and food will turn into ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world..."
She stopped there, not quite sure how the heck you'd end a sentence like that.
"Either way, we're undead," she finished a bit lamely. "Look on the bright side. No expenses on food or drink-"
"Double expenses on clothing, though," remarked Bloody Mary.
"And it only shows in moonlight-"
"And how often do we wander out in full moon anyway?"
"And it's certainly pimped our ship," Huntress finished, referring to the ship that, even though occasionally getting huge holes in the sails where moonlight hit them, and was shrouded by curling mist, had certainly gained a few knots and was still accelerating. With no apparent intention of running aground.
"Though we'd still like to get the curse lifted, right?" the meepit asked somewhat sulkily.
"Oh yes." Hunty shrugged. "But no point in hurrying. Come on, we're undead. Anyone who's ever been curious to see what it's like to walk on the bottom of the ocean, now's your chance."
Bloody Mary gave her a sideways glance. "Dark, I'd assume. Kelp and whale droppings everywhere. And sharks would still be a nuisance."
"Trying to plant positive thinking here, thank you very much."
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Post by Kat on Jan 5, 2008 21:02:31 GMT -5
"...uh, right," was all Kat could say, still recoiling at the moonlight as though it were the worst disease in the world. "Would it help if I got back into my cabin and started researching, or would you like to enjoy being undead for a little while longer?"
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Post by Zylaa on Jan 5, 2008 21:44:42 GMT -5
"We're probably going to have to track down all the lost treasure and give it back," Zylaa grumbled. She contemplated this. Sure, she couldn't eat, drink, or feel a breeze, but on the plus side, she had shiny things. It was a tough decision.
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Post by Elcie on Jan 6, 2008 8:08:46 GMT -5
Elycien blinked a few times, trying to make sense of this. "Not a dream then," she said finally. "Well, that sucks. I'm hungry."
"You can't be hungry," Blizzard pointed out, behind her. "You're undead."
"It's the principle of the thing. This is breakfast time." Elycien crossed her arms unhappily. "And now I find out I can't have any. This is not a good day, Blizzard."
Meanwhile, Blitzkrieg was completely ignoring the conversations going on around him and had decided to try and catch one of the Meepits. He knew better, but still wanted to find out how zombie Meepits tasted. Fortunately for them, the instant he set paw into the moonlight, he let out a yelp of surprise at his own skeletal appearance and scampered back to hide behind Elycien. Blizzard smirked.
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Post by Goosh on Jan 6, 2008 13:38:20 GMT -5
"Y'know, undeadliness could have benefits," Goosh murmured, reaching between his ribs to poke at his skeletal frame. There was a sharp snap and his hand withdrew, reluctantly clutching a small nub of bone. He paled.
"Let's see this oracle, then," he said queasily.
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Post by Dragon on Jan 6, 2008 18:04:15 GMT -5
"I 'gree with Goosh. How is me and Echo supposed to cook if we can't eat it?" Dragon said, remembering her onboard duty.
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