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Post by Huntress on Jun 24, 2006 17:31:26 GMT -5
((Methinks I'm gonna add some more lopsided pen sketches as soon as I come up with a decent subject, get over the insane pain in my stomach and figure out what Amy looks like xD Illustrations are fun.))
Bloody Mary showed up again, dragging a small flat bottle along. As Huntress fastened it on her belt next to the pouch, the meepit bounced into the air, landing on Komori's shoulder again.
"I bet it's the n00b grog," he stated. "Boom says that it hasn't been tested on Korbats yet but he thinks that you should either blow up or start breathing fire soon enough."
"And he should know," Huntress snorted, pulling another meepit out of a bundle of ropes. It was Santa, terrified and nervous.
Bloody Mary nodded. "He's our doctor, y'know."
"An' the alchemist, scientist and meteorologist," the girl said. "I wouldn't trust anyone who spends all storms up in the crow's nest in a bowl o' water holdin' up a sword and tryin' to calculate the estimated frequency o' lightning strikes in a two-hour storm." She gave the huddling little meepit to Amy. "There, a lil lifeguard fer ya. She's completely nuts. But the best fighter in th' gang when cornered."
"But-but-but there are Ninjas out there!" Santa whined.
"I'm more interested in other pirates," Bob said from the pouch. "One night in the tavern can give more info than the newspapers of a year."
Huntress nodded. "Th' Purple Pawkeet sounded interesting enough. Where thar's an inn, thar's a tavern. Let's go, lasses." She climbed down, accompanied by Bob's annoyed "Excuse me?"
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Post by Komori on Jun 25, 2006 0:15:39 GMT -5
"Well, I'd much rather be blowin' flames then blowin' up," Komori laughed, slightly nervous. She certainly didn't feel like she was going to explode, but what exactly would that feel like?
The Purple Pawkeet sat before them, looking exactly as you'd expect a 2 real inn to look: unpleasant. And it seemed to attract an equally unpleasant collection of drunkards and sailors, all bristling with hostility. Komori frowned at the shoddy architecture and poor workmanship. Was this place built by its clientelle?
As they approached the inn, a Tonu stepped from among a pile of crates and barrels that seemed to be holding up the east wall. He was painted shadow, and grossly overweight, making him look like a lumbering black hole. In one hand he clutched an empty bottle, and the other hand steadied him against a barrel.
"Hullo thar, ladies," he belched. A grin spread across his face, a yellow crescent moon in a field of beer-odored night. "Yer lookin' mighty fine tonight."
((Oooh, a long post. Glee.))
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Post by nttryingtogetin on Jun 25, 2006 7:40:31 GMT -5
((If you wanna draw my face, then go to page 276 on the thread where you post of a picture of yourself on Off Topic, and if you want to draw the whole of me, add a white, baggy, long-sleeved shirt with a brown corset over it and a long dark green skirt with a chunky belt that has a cutlass, a leather pouch, a pistol, and a chinese fan hanging from in.  )) Amy opened her leather pouch, and popped Santa in to it, leaving it open slightly so the Meepit could poke his head out if he wanted to. "Hey, careful in there." Amy said to the Meepit as Santa looked at her from below, "There's food and bullets 'n' stuff. Just find a comfy spot 'n' make sure there's nothin' underneath you when you sit down." Amy folded her arms slightly, and shivered. She couldn't deny she was slightly afraid but she tried to pull herself together, telling herself that she had Komori, Huntress and the Meepits with her. Her peircing icy blue eyes looked towards Komori's as they stood infront of the Purple Pawkeet. She looked slightly shocked at the sight of the inn "Aye, it be a bit o' a dump. Ye could give the lad or lass who built this place a run for there money." Amy mumbled, raising her eyebrows and biting her lip. But her expression changed when Amy spotted the Shadow Tonu. Resisting the urge to snigger at the drunken idiot, she tried to look angry - her lips thinned and her eyebrows knitted together. Amy's hand twitched towards the handle of her cutlass. |
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Post by Huntress on Jun 25, 2006 10:00:44 GMT -5
"Hullo thar, ladies," he belched. A grin spread across his face, a yellow crescent moon in a field of beer-odored night. "Yer lookin' mighty fine tonight." "Too bad I can't say th' same about ye," Huntress grunted. "Step aside and we'll forget the whole thing, aye?" She hadn't really expected the Tonu to listen - though there's always a slight chance - and he didn't either. If anything happened then his grin got wider. "Ew," Bloody Mary stated. "Beer." His voice was muffled as he had shoved his nose into Komori's hair. Meepits have good noses... sometimes too good for their own liking. Bob examined the Tonu rather curiously. "Can't you guys just push him over? I think he'd roll down the alley..." |
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Post by Komori on Jun 25, 2006 10:40:30 GMT -5
Grinning like an idiot, the Tonu spread his arms wide, but stumbled a bit sideways. "Aw, c'mon, ladies. Thar's plenty enough o' me ter go around. If yer lookin' fer a place t' stay, I kin take care o' ye." Komori frowned. She wasn't liking where his eyes were going.
"O' course, if ye don't want ter be coming quitely," the tonu said, suddenly very serious, "I kin find some way ter persuade you." His grip on the bottle tightened, and he glared with a very intense stare. His grin became far more sinister.
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Post by Huntress on Jun 25, 2006 12:25:59 GMT -5
Huntress raised her arm and opened the lid of her steel quiver. Crossbows were usually for ranged combats... but people usually forget the fact that technically crossbows aren't weapons.
"Ohboy..." Bob muttered.
FZZT!
The short arrow, dripping with something that smelled like an old toilet, had drilled itself right through the stumpy horn on the Tonu's snout, stopping half an inch before his eyes. The arrow wasn't that sharp - couldn't be, as it was made of gold - one of the few metals that don't dissolve in strong acids.
"Please give me a reason to push it for another inch," the girl hissed.
"What, he coughhackcough hasn't yet?" Bloody Mary spluttered, wiping his watering eyes.
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Post by Rider on Jun 26, 2006 7:01:59 GMT -5
Rider chose that minute to walk into the tavern.
Her eyes darted from Bloody Mary to Huntress to the Tonu and back to Bloody Mary.
"Note to self, ne'er complain about yer own problems with stupid men when there's a tavern nearby. Always someun's got it worse. Huntress, what be goin' on here, an' how many drinks will the ensuing bar fight pro'ly cost?"
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Post by Huntress on Jun 27, 2006 6:35:49 GMT -5
((Technically we're still outside the tavern x3 Otherwise someone would've lost their limbs by now. Bar fights start faaast.))
"Dun worry, Cap'n" Huntress snarled, still clutching the other end of the arrow. "I can handle this." She, the arrow and the Tonu were forming a rather interesting and very immobile scene but that was about to change as the drunkard's brain was a bit too blurry to analyze all the pros and cons of a caustic arrow right in front of your eyes. So he, after getting over the first surprise, started chuckling quietly. It wasn't a happy chuckle.
"Yer a funny one, lass," he remarked, grabbing Huntress's wrist and squeezing it. The girl started. And that was fully enough.
Meepits don't weigh much. They're soft, squishy and have small rubbery bones. But everyone who knows their tendency to flip from friendliness to flaming, insane and rabid rage within a second, knows that being squishy doesn't mean a beep there. Three furry cannonballs hit the Tonu at the same moment, causing him to stumble back and fall over the barrels into the darkness. Huntress remained standing on the street, rubbing her wrist.
"Try not to eat 'im," she suggested grimly. "Colesterol kills. An' get me arrow back."
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Post by Komori on Jun 27, 2006 10:38:28 GMT -5
((Goodness, are there no more pirates in this thing? I mean, we started with so many...))
"Is that a good idea, Huntress, to let yer little friends fight that brute?" She watched as the Tonu thrashed about in a stupor, trying in vain to throw the Meepits off of him. He couldn't seem to get a grip on any of them; any time he managed to get his massive hand around one, it would squeeze from between his fingers like soap. "What if he crushes one of 'em?"
Stumbling to his feet, the Tonu whirled about once, but the fuzzy little petpets still clung to him fiercly. He roared with rage, and set off at a charge, but in no particular direction. He crashed into the mountain of barrels and crates he had originally emerged from, sending splinters and hunks of wood flying in every direction. The noise was deafening, and all eyes on the street turned towards the tavern.
The Tonu lay still. "Huntress," Komori gasped, glancing from her to their captain to the shadow Tonu, "Ye don't think that th' arrow..." A crowd was starting to gather.
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Post by Huntress on Jun 27, 2006 13:04:06 GMT -5
((True. Cap'n, keep a stricter eye on your scallywags...! Then again, the easier to have things our way x3 And the easier for me to draw, seeing that out of all the pirates, I only have one single reference pic...  ...though I'm still hopelessly unable to draw korbats. Lack of practise >.<)) Huntress gave a sceptical snort. "Crap doesn't drown..." She stepped over a broken crate and crouched down to examine the body. The three meepits reappeared from the shadows, grumpy but satisfied. The girl pulled the arrow out, glanced at it and then showed it to Komori. The golden tip was bloody. "Th' horn rubbed off most of th' acid," she said. "He's alive. Just lost his left eye and will probly be unconscious fer a few good hours. Y'know what they say... God saves idiots and drunkards." "This one had double protection," Bloody Mary remarked, looking around. "What are you staring at, eh?" Some people stepped back. "I could use some good n00b grog after all that excitement." "I think they only have rum in this joint," Bob guessed, looking up at the tavern wall which was miraculously still in one piece. "Just as good, methinks." |
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Post by nttryingtogetin on Jun 27, 2006 15:11:40 GMT -5
((Nah, you rock at drawing, Huntress!))
Amy, who had hung back slightly when Huntress had drawn her crossbow, now moved forward slowly, also crouching down, her knee joints clicking as she did so. She looked slightly reapproachful and she poked the Tonu's arm.
"Heh. It's his fault he messed with ye, Huntress." Amy said, a small smile sliding onto her face. She shrugged, then sighed. She said, "Sorry I didn't help out. Well... It seemed you had it under control anyway."
Amy's gaze tore away from the Tonu - it was now fixed on the inn. She stood up, and put her hands on her hips, then spoke again.
"Should we go in now? I'd be as thirsty as Bloody Mary with no n00b grog." she said, grinning slightly.
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Post by Tam on Jun 28, 2006 19:11:40 GMT -5
((Huntress, that's awesome. ^_^))
Tamia stepped off the dock with a nervous glance around. She must be insane to attempt to walk these streets alone and at night... but then, she must be insane to be traveling with pirates at all. She rebuked herself almost immediately for the thought. The decision to come here was hers, and she had better start getting along with the crew. Besides, from what she had experienced so far, these people were no more unfriendly and bloodthirsty than the people back at port -- in stark contradiction to the pirate tales of the townfolk.
During her exploration of the ship, she'd found a box of somewhat dusty looking cloth -- she guessed it was booty from a recent pirate raid -- and had had enough sense to fashion a short hooded cloak by tying some knots. As she walked down the dark street, her luck seemed to hold. Most of the Island people were, like her, hooded and darkly garbed, walking briskly but confidently as they went about their nightly routines. Tamia had to slow her pace to match theirs, but it looked like she would pass unnoticed. She was good at passing unnoticed. A quiet farm girl like her was not likely to get to much attention in most towns, and by now blending in was almost second nature.
She had almost made it to the door of the Purple Pawkeet -- she could hardly imagine staying at the other inn Catain Rider had suggested and then not having enough money for food -- when she saw the crowd gathered around the east wall. Drunks. She quickened her pace, trying to get inside as soon as possible, but faltered when she recognized some of the Weewoo's crew standing on the outskirts of the throng. Two were pirates who had greeted her when she had first come aboard, and one was a Korbat she didn't recognize. They seemed to be preparing to enter the same inn, so with only a moment's hesitation, she walked over.
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Post by Zylaa on Jun 29, 2006 13:45:33 GMT -5
((Sorry for the inactivity... I'm suffering from a lack of creativity.))
Zylaa had lurked nearby, but as the fight finished she sidled up to her crewmates.
"See, that's why alcohol is the devil's drink," she muttered, keeping her voice low so she didn't attract the attention of the barman, the customers, or any of the other heavily armed ruffians that roamed the street. She kept the cutlass that she didn't know how to use by her side, just for effect, but the weasels were nearby and she still had a bunch of glitter that she kept in her pouch for emergencies. She'd be alright.
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Post by Rider on Jun 30, 2006 16:31:43 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]((Sorry for the inactivity... I'm suffering from a lack of memory.))[/glow]
"They say she be cursed."
It's amazing how loudly people will talk when they're lightly buzzed on alcohol.
"The water 'round her be still as the grave. The air be like a vaccuum, difficult, nay impossible ter breathe. The eternal fires within her consume the wind. Once the most beauteous ship in th' sea."
"The brightest stars be the first ter fall, an' that be why she be named th' Meteor."
"Ye two have been at the grog agin," said an elderly human man to the two Lupes at his right.
The red one, a Lupess, snarled softly. "Ye be callin' us liars, Pete?"
"Mayhap we'd best throw him on that ship," snarled the Lupe.
"Like I'm supposed to believe a tale 'bout a ship crewed by ghosts, with an imp as the lookout an' captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"
"... but it's not captained by a-"
"Forget it, I have no time for faerie-tales."
So this is what they think? Rider thought with a small smile. I'd hate to spoil their illusion.
The sun had set. Rider turned in for the night.
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Post by Huntress on Jul 2, 2006 8:27:35 GMT -5
((Not sorry for the inactivity, as it wasn't my fault x.X Suffered from driving around with my family and feeding mosquitoes. Yay summers. Atleast I now have the basic definition of a tan...
And do you guys know that we've all been awake for two days straight? x3 I spent some time reading the roleplay.))
Huntress whacked the door of the tavern open. Several heads turned, then turned back to what they had been doing. The place had a variety of faces, clothes, accents and, of course, cigar smoke. It rolled just below the sooty ceiling like an upcoming storm.
"Dunno about ye guys, but I'm getting sleepy," she stated, wading through the crowd towards a smaller table by the wall.
"Aw come on, atleast let us have a mug of rum first." Bob was now riding her shoulder, partly for better view and partly because of the fact that the girl was squeezing her pouch that contained the coins, ready to smack the first pickpocket.
"Are ye kidding? A mug is enough fer ye to swim in and I don't need three drunken meepits in a town like this," she hissed, lowering her voice as there were now many ears around her.
"Indeed you don't," Bloody Mary's quiet voice said. He had somehow managed to smuggle himself into Huntress's corset laces and now climbed up to her other shoulder as the girl shot a glare at him. "See those two Lupes that just came in?"
Huntress turned her head a little to look towards the doorway as she sat down. "So?"
"What I just overheard..." the meepit muttered, and told her everything he had managed to hear.
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