The Official Pirate RP, Take Two

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The sound of a light thud caught the she-dragon's ear. Turning she glanced around. "Eh? Whats this?" She asked herself. At a far table someone had fallen. Fenrix smirked. "Probably couldn't handle the drink." As if to point out the fact she took a rather large swig of her own drink. She pretended not to notice when a large, lean man sat next to her. "I'll buy your next drink." He said, a glitter of a devious smirk on his face.

"As if, go away be for I cut yer throat out." She brandished a small, serrated blade, but kept the sweet smile on her face. The man growled sharply and took a step back. "Fine."

[Kat]

"Yeah! Lookit that, ya beat up Parrot-Feather and Anchor-Arms!"

The girl grunted and cursed out loud as she was shoved forward onto her table, tripping over and nearly falling flat on her face on the surface. Whoever had pushed her reached out one scrawny hand and finished the rest of her cocktail in one sip.

When she turned around to see what kind of shorty had the nerve to push her around like that, she saw two of them - the thin one with hair dyed in strange shades of orange and red, and a big, buxom woman who looked to be in her late forties. She slammed one fist into the palm of her hand and glared straight at the wench.

"Who are - " The girl's voice trailed off when she saw a parrot-feather earring in the woman's ear.

"Ya be pickin' on me hubby, ya be?"

"Tha's her, Mum! Tha's her who beat up Pa!" He chucked the empty goblet at the wench, who stepped aside in time and watched the glass explode into a shower of shards on the floor.

"You lil' tattletale! C'mere!" She stepped forward and grabbed the scrawny boy, who looked about her age, and twisted his arms till he cried out in pain. His mother prized her off and held her up by an arm, almost a foot off the ground, grinning triumphantly and probably thinking of a dozen or more ways to beat the stuffing out of her.

The girl screeched - it didn't sound like any random scream, but it sounded like some kind of word. But whatever it was, it worked.

Her captor was thrown backward, just like Parrot-Feather and his mate, and fell smack on her bottom, with a blaze of violet light. The son rushed towards her, massaging a sore arm, but the girl raised one purple-booted foot and kicked him in the chest, sending him - most appropriately - into his dazed mother's lap. He stood up again, only to be kicked down again.

However, since the guys running the tavern were used to such scuffles and beatings, none of them took any action. For them, the wench magicking a few of their customers was no biggie.

"Like I said, anyone else want some?" she shouted more loudly than before, waving a fist in the air.

A glowing fist engulfed in purple flames.

[Huntress]

((Ey guys, are we back to being a shipless gang of wanderers soon to hijack the Weewoo? Or am I getting major deja vus here? x3))

Something crashed in the farther corner of the tavern, just at the end of the counter. Nobody paid attention to that either. If there's something you learn when being a frequent customer in small taverns, it's how to keep yourself away from anything that doesn't concern you. The ones who didn't do that weren't frequent customers. They usually came and went. Sometimes they went in little pieces.

"Bloody Mary!" hissed the girl sitting by the counter, several feet away from the other customers. She was mostly clad in black, blending into the shadows, though her white blouse shone in the dimness. As did her hair - well, looking at her hair could make your eyes water, because it blended in only partially. The white crossbow attached to her corset shone as well, but that was an ominous shine and nobody looked twice at it.

"Sorry." Two beady eyes in a dark blue face appeared from behind the counter, followed by cheeks stuffed full of nuts. "Happens to the best of us. T'was a cheap plate anyway, and heck, I saved the peanuts."

Huntress grunted, rubbing her forehead, and turned back to the mug of mead in front of her. Part of her brain registered the ruckus behind her, but she didn't feel like interfering. She was one of those frequent customers.

The meepit had swallowed the peanuts in the meantime and now gazed at the tavern. "Cool, I see another meepit there. Lemme just..." He bounced off the counter and off he was.

"Bloody Mary!" the girl barked again, too late by now. She shook her head and sat sideways to keep an eye on things - and her annoying little half-friend, half-advisor, half-pain-in-the-rear.

"Two dubloons, miss," said the innkeeper's rough voice and a glass slid next to her on the counter. Huntress turned to stare at the reddish liquid.

"Come on, I didn't..." fine, she didn't feel like arguing at the moment. Two dubloons landed in the man's palm and the girl took the glass.

"I don't even like tomato juice," she muttered to herself and thoughtfully took a sip , turning to look at the progress of things again.

[Tam]

((That's what I was guessing -- I'm pretty sure none of us have ever met. Hopefully, one of us has the Weeowoo... or at least knows where she is. xD))

With a nervous glance, Tamia slid up to the bar again, wisely deciding not to order anything more than she had already had. What she needed right now, more than moping over a tankard of grog and even more than sleeping the grog off, was a ship she could board, at least long enough to find a new place to settle.

As if he had read her thoughts, and he probably had, Oran asked, And how do you propose we go about getting on this ship? You scarcely have enough money for food and that rum garbage. Throw in a ship passage and you'll be dumped on the next shore with an empty purse.

"That's why I said it might come to a pirate ship," Tamia replied, taking care to keep her voice down. However, it seemed she needn't bother; someone at the far end of the counter was calling rather frantically for a Bloody Mary and the barkeeper was occupied with that. "I can try and find a position onboard, and work in exchange for passage."

If cats could sneer, Oran's features would be twisted in a look of contempt. You can't possibly be serious. You're the daughter of a former officer of the Navy. Any pirate who knew that would be lucky to let you off with your life. Keelhauled, I think is the word.

"That's why no one needs to know where I came from. I can pass myself off as a new pirate without any problem." It was true; she no longer stood out in the crowd of the Grog Grab. Her hair was tussled in its braid, her blouse and skin were stained from mud and rain, and her skirt sported its fair share of rips and tears. "And you're just a friendly housecat, mkay? From what I've seen around here, unusual pets aren't uncommon in this type of circle."

As if to prove her words, a dark blue Meepit tottered by. Ever suspicious, Oran't tail twitched, and he crouched low on the countertop as his gaze followed the little creature. Normally, I would bite you for even suggesting that I am a housecat. However, in this case, I can't see how I will possibly be able to keep an eye on you otherwise, should this plan of yours go horribly wrong. And it will.

Tamia caught the eye of a particularly fussy barmaid, who frowned and started to teeter over, no doubt to shoo the lanky cat off her bar. At that moment, however, Oran leapt down of his own accord, and set to weaving through the stool legs after the Meepit. There seems to be a little gathering forming here, and I will not be left out of a gathering, he said ominously.

Tamia rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the brilliant display of roughhousing taking place in the middle of the tavern. She almost smiled. Whatever happened, this plan would involve a good deal of excitement.

[cyrillen]

((I sorta messed up my first post. XDD Sorry, I've never really RP'd before.))

_{Cyr stole the stool from the seat next door, leaning back and sipping at her drink while she watched the beginnings of a brilliant brawl clump together in the tavern's center.}

[Zylaa]

All of the drunken males, no matter how stupefied, avoided one corner of the tavern.
"Woe unto ye who abuseth the fruit of the vine!"
Hey, Zylaa hadn't been beaten down yet, and most of the people who protested were too drunk to aim straight, and one blow from a weasel would take them out.
((^_^))

[Elcie]

Elycien Thirecath stood at the door of the tavern, hands on her hips. "You sure this is a good idea?" Blizzard muttered. The White Gathow was lashing her tail despite trying to appear calm. Elcie smiled.
"We have to," she explained. "I have to lay low for a while, you know. Every single skyport wants to arrest us if they can. So... change of scenery."
"I get seasick," Blizzard complained.
Elcie laughed and stepped into the tavern.

[Rider]

zylaa said:

All of the drunken males, no matter how stupefied, avoided one corner of the tavern.
"Woe unto ye who abuseth the fruit of the vine!"
Hey, Zylaa hadn't been beaten down yet, and most of the people who protested were too drunk to aim straight, and one blow from a weasel would take them out.
((^_^))

[glow=red,2,300]Rider, who was also too drunk to aim straight, contented herself with memorizing this weasel's face and vowing vengeance later. No one likes having their drinking interrupted.

Quite a noisy crowd tonight. No one would be suspicious of her of all people.

She rummaged through the kitsune's pockets. Only one possession - an amethyst on a string, two white feathers on either side.

Pretty, and it's perhaps pay for another ale. But not much else. Rider wondered how much those pretty ears would go for on the black market.

Then she realized - she couldn't just leave the funny-eared girl here. It was asking for trouble, from the authorities and from the girl. Smiling, she pocketed the amethyst and reserved a room for the night. A crash from a rather rowdy mage. Rider paid no heed, but memorized the girl's face. Another one to look out for.

Ventratta sniffed the air. Other Meepits. He scurried off and approached Bloody mary. Curiously, he sniffed the blue Meepit.[/glow]

[Zylaa]

Zylaa had the unnerving feeling of having her face memorized.
Not that it was hard to memorize. There weren't many anthro weasels hanging around.
But still.

"Alcohol is the leading cause of death in all Tyrannia!"
Suddenly, the Chia police appeared around Zylaa.
"Sorry, Neopets can't die. We'll have to arrest you for violation XQZY-42."
"What?!" Zylaa brandished a sign. "I'm protesting illegal use of alcohol!"
The chia police gasped. "You're not allowed to make references to drunkenness in Neopia," one officer said. "You'd better come with us."
Zylaa looked around at the filthy tavern and the bodies of drunkards that littered the floor. Naturally, she felt like a complete felon. Then the weasels stole the policeman's hats for the shiny badges.

[Kengplant]

((Lol Zylaa! Classic XD. And for now I'm laying low until I come across a decent situation that would land me as swabby. Don't ask why, I just feel like it ))

[Kat]

Suddenly, the girl had the feeling she was being watched. Her brown eyes swiveled from where she was eyeing a cowering table of gin rummy players. One of them even put up his arms in the air, his hand of cards falling onto the floor for his comrades to see.

She glanced at the red-caped girl looking at her.

"How 'bout you?" The wench raised her flaming fist. "You want some, eh? Are you in cahoots with that bum Parrot-Feather and his family? I can rip all that hair off your head and turn it into a wig I can sell for a dubloon or two! Without using any magic."

She took a deep breath. For a moment the violet fire she held seemed to simmer down a bit.

"Well? Yellow, are you? Too scared?"

[Ikkin]

Ikkin groaned as she woke up in an unfamiliar room. Where am I, she thought. She felt like the world was spinning out of control, as if she'd just gotten spun around rapidly, and stumbled as she tried to get out of the bed. She grabbed onto the table to the side of the bed to catch herself, then decided that she couldn't trust her legs just yet.

What happened? Everything was all fuzzy... she remembered sailing away from Meridell, landing in Krawk Island, running into this pub... oh, that must be where she was, she thought. But, how did she get a room? She didn't have the money to pay for one... all she had was her necklace, which was only useful to mages, and not worth one night's stay, even at a place like this. She put her hand to her pocket to make sure it was still there. It wasn't.

Where did it...? She tried to think, but it was far more difficult than it should have been. There'd been that girl... she'd offered Ikkin a drink, and she'd accepted, and then... nothing. The drink must have been poisoned, she decided, and that girl had made off with her necklace. She was angry. That necklace had sentimental value!

That was it, she decided. She'd have to hunt down that thief and take her necklace back. She clenched her fists, then was forced to grab onto the table again as she couldn't keep her balance. Of course, I'll have to get my senses back first...

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"Well? Yellow, are you? Too scared?"

The words echoed in Fen's sensitive ears, she growled and turned, it may have been rude to interrupt a conversation that had nothing to do with her, but she would make an exception. "Are you always this loud or are we all just lucky today?" She snapped, silver fangs flashing. "Hey you! The one with the violet flames comin' out o' yer mitts! I believe I asked you a question." She felt like fighting, and it didn't matter whom she fought with.

[Kat]

Before she could advance on the red-caped girl, she heard someone else snap at her. The she-dragon was already showing off a set of shining fangs. For a second, the mage-wench hesitated and actually turned down the heat so that her hands were devoid of all magic.

"I wasn't talking to you," she said warningly. "I'm telling you right now to save yourself the trouble and keep out of this."

She opened her mouth to say something else, but closed them again. But she wasn't scared of this strange being staring at her. Her fingers hovered for a moment over her wand and cutlass at her belt.

"You want a fight? C'mon, I took on the captain of the dreaded Rusty Halo and lived to tell the tale! You're just a piece of cake compared to 'im! I'm Kat of the Swordfish, and I'm not scared to fight you!"

[Zylaa]

The Chia police ran through the tavern pursuing the weasels that were capering off with the hats. Zylaa decided this would be a good time to escape and ran towards the exit.

Unfortunately, there were other policemen guarding the door. Zylaa realized this when she collided with them.
"Um, look!" she said, pointing over her shoulder. "A distraction!"
"No, that's a forming brawl with a trigger-happy mage," said the policeman.
"Well where I'm from we call those distractions," she sniffed.
"What's this? A reference to a place other than Neopia? That's violation TangoAlphaCantaloupe right there," said the policeman. "We'll have to take you back to Headquarters."