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Post by Rider on Feb 23, 2007 21:04:53 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Even I think it's too early for drinks. it's not even noon. And magicking the men on the ship makes for a pretty boring RP." *fourth wall = gone*[/glow] ^_^ Just suggesting. *bows and backs away* Remember kiddies! Its always five O clock somewhe-*brick'd* [glow=red,2,300]((XDDDD <3 that song.))[/glow]
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Post by Huntress on Feb 23, 2007 21:06:53 GMT -5
Huntress shot a somewhat thoughtful glance at Ikkin. "I'm not on their side to begin with. Gotta make a living somehow. Besides, if I wanted to betray you and turn back to them, I wouldn't bother leaving them in the first place." She kicked her chair over to the fresh crew's table. "Name's Huntress. This," she raised her hand with the meepit, "is Bloody "Marik" Mary. He has rabies."
"And I don't even have to bother with first impressions, thanks muchly," said the meepit. Whether it annoyed him or not remained unclear.
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Post by Rider on Feb 23, 2007 21:09:52 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Ventratta sniffed curiously at Bloody Mary, then extended a paw to shake. Evidently, he approved of the overall package, even if he thought the name was weird on a guy.
.... Then again, his own name was Ventratta.
Go figure.[/glow]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2007 21:24:29 GMT -5
^_^ Just suggesting. *bows and backs away* Remember kiddies! Its always five O clock somewhe-*brick'd* [glow=red,2,300]((XDDDD <3 that song.))[/glow] ((Me too, So does Fenrix apparantly, she drinks as a nervous habit. ^^;*
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Post by Kengplant on Feb 23, 2007 21:58:33 GMT -5
Luckily for Keng the barman came in intime to see Fenrix in the act. "OY! You! You gonna pay for that?" He asked, having thus far missed the whole part dragon bit of who he was yelling at, though it wouldn't exactly be the scarriest thing to have passed through his door. Unfortunately for Keng the Barman was also short tempered towards his employees. "Cover that door an don let her escape else ye won't be gettin yer pay." he ordered, "and if I catch one more customer on this side of the bar while you're on watch it'll be more than yer pay that ye loose." he threatened. It was a rather unfair situation for Keng as it seemed no matter what she did, she'd lose out on something. So for now she did not argue and simply stood in the doorway with a mop for defense, wishing she was allowed to carry her weapons while on the job. Ah well, if worst came to worse she smirked to herself. Sure she'd lose her job for it, but the look on the barman's face would be well worth it, and it was a horrible job anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2007 23:14:45 GMT -5
Fenrix smiled and slurred her words, making fun of the barman. "I ain't lookin' fer trouble...I'll pay." Silently she added, "Eventually." She smirked at the mop, it was hardly a weapon, she didn't like to use her fire magic, but when called upon, she would light someone up like a candle. "Here." She tossed some coins to the barman with her tail and yawned, showing teeth. "Its usually not a good idea to yell at a dragon. Especially the posionous, fire breathing ones." She raised a delicate brow. "If you catch my meaning." ((Fen picks a lot of fights...don't she? ^^ )
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Post by Kengplant on Feb 24, 2007 1:29:43 GMT -5
Keng's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. No wonder this place was always such a dump. The barman caught the coins only be a fumbled reflex, as he was now busy keeping an eye on his customer's mouth. "Err, Thank ye." he stuttered slightly. "I'll aa, I'll keep that in mind, but naturally I can't have anyone throwing around my livelihood without payin. But no harm done." he gulped, then his eyes darted to Keng looking for a change of subject, "Well don't just stand there, clean up this mess!" As Keng turned her back on him to resume cleaning, she wondered if she rolled her eyes much more that day if they would be permanently stuck looking at the inside of her head. Today, the decided, today will be my last day in this dump. I can't take it anymore. Those lassies said they'd be taking a ship, I'll stow away on it if I have to, though not before I make sure I get my meager pay for this.
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Post by Tam on Feb 24, 2007 1:35:06 GMT -5
((Ow. I think my part in the roleplay was over before it began.)) The morning breeze was cool and carried the flavour of salt to Tamia's nostrils. It felt good after the slurred memory of the previous evening, and she imagined that she couldn't even feel the effects of the alcohol anymore. She decided to spend a few moments outside feeling sorry for herself. What you are doing now is neither helpful nor harmful to your situation, Oran chided. You are doing nothing.She didn't answer, just stood, her gaze wandering across the glistening ocean ahead of her. A somewhat pleasant, although small, white beach stretched along the shoreline, and for a moment, Tamia missed the shape of an old ship at the end of a dock nearby, her white-painted form almost lost against the similarly coloured beach. It was a nice ship. Perhaps she could find her captain. Tamia bit her lip, slightly less miserable and slightly more resolved. Normally I wouldn't suggest going back into that hole, Oran commented. He gestured disgustedly with his tail towards the Grog Grab. But if you're that determined to get a good look at the noose, you will probably find the crew in there. He sniffed, and rose to his paws. As for me, I'll have no part in it. He left down the beach at a purposeful trot, but Tamia was not unduly worried. He would be back soon. She started towards the tavern on the dock herself, but paused. When she had left this morning, there seemed to have been some unfriendliness between two individuals, followed by the formation of what had probably been some sort of agreement. After that, a ragged assortment of other pirates from around the tavern had grouped up with them, which made Tamia a little uncomfortable. She did not want anything to do with them right now, and she had stayed back. But if I don't approach anyone, I'll never get off this island, she thought despairingly. Then an idea hit her. Perhaps there were still some crew onboard that she could talk to. The ship was a great brigantine, and she was bound to have someone left to watch her. I'll just go and ask if they're short of crew, and that's that. She paused. I need to brush up on my yarrs.
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Post by Kat on Feb 24, 2007 3:43:35 GMT -5
[shadow=purple,left,300]"Yes, Ikkin, I magicked that Weewoo. In case any of you forgot, I made it out of pure magic, so it was really easy. So Luke's reply should come right about - "
Suddenly, a white Weewoo appeared in a flurry of purple smoke and sparkles on top of Kat's head, a little hazy, like a holographic image. It still clutched the letter she sent -
Luke,
I've got a friend who needs a good sword. However, we can't pass by Meridell right now since...it's out of our way. Do you know any other good sword-smiths out there? Yeah, I know, none of them will ever be good as you. There, have I inflated your ego enough?
Or, can you meet us somewhere near Krawk Island?
Kat
But the Weewoo turned it over in front of Kat's face before disappearing in a puff of more purple smoke. There, written in midnight blue ink, was the reply:
Kat,
How about Brightvale? It's fairly near, and I'm around to visit a sister of mine. Send me an answer back ASAP, because if you guys can't run past Brightvale either, I'll have to send you a beginner's smithing manual. It's not much, compared to what I can do, but better that than nothing.
Don't you start getting in trouble, you idiot. Like what happened to you on the Arsenic.
- Luke
The mage-wench held it up for everyone to read. Luke's handwriting was so big, yet so clear, that it could be read from a distance.[/shadow]
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Post by Huntress on Feb 24, 2007 11:52:05 GMT -5
((Gawd, this thing goes fast o.o And to think, it was dead some two weeks ago. Yay x3))
Bloody Mary sniffed Ventratta as well, then accepted the pawshake. He could tell that this one was surprisingly intelligent, even in meepit terms who are often enough smarter than humans. Then again, when it came to such taverns, some things that lived in the moss on the walls were smarter than some customers...
"Hey Squeaky!" he called, stepping back.
"I've told you a million times..." bit a voice dripping with poison and acid as another meepit climbed on the messy table. He was shorter and chubbier, but just as dark blue as Bloody Mary. "Nrah, forget you." He sniffed Ventratta as well and reached his paw out. "Bob the Destoryer. Don't listen to the bobblehead."
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Post by cyrillen on Feb 24, 2007 21:13:53 GMT -5
"Thank ye!" Cyr told Rider, impulsively throwing her arms around Rider and giving her a choking hug. "Thank ye so much!"
Seeing Rider nonplussed, Cyr drew up a chair and threw herself into it, content with hearing the ebb and flow of conversation, tidbits of information, and such.
After a while, this palled; Cyr glanced around. On a table nearby, she could see two- three? Meepits climbing around, squeaking at each other.
Hmm . . . she thought. Those things are pretty useful, aye, they are.
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 25, 2007 22:49:22 GMT -5
Zylaa came in that morning with a vague idea of thanking Keng- she had left without a word the other night, too miffed by her encounter with the possibly nonexistant Chia Police. However, on her way to Keng, she passed by the conspirator's table. "You all are planning to steal a ship?" she said archly, raising one eyebrow and folding her arms. She thought it made her look rather forbidding- actually, it made her look like a little old lady, but nobody had ever pointed this out to her.
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Post by Rider on Feb 26, 2007 17:18:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"We're not stealin' her, we be commandeerin' her! An' keep yer voice down!" Rider hissed while simultaneously nursing several Cyr-induced injuries.
"Brightvale, eh?" she said. "Well, dearest Odd-Ears, ye may have to stay out o' the upcomin' battle. On second thought, mayhaps ye could distract our militant friends. Moon 'em." She paused. "Unless ye've got a fox tail as well, in which case, that'd make fer some interestin' moonin'."
She faced the group as a whole. "We strike tonight."
Ventratta smiled at Bob and Bloody Mary and squeaked to them in Meepittish. My name is Ventratta.
((*gasp!* Ventratta speaks to someone who isn't Rider!))[/glow]
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 26, 2007 17:27:58 GMT -5
"Fine then. Well, why shouldn't I turn you in for this commandeering, hm?" Zylaa asked, still adopting the facial expression of someone who had just been force-fed lemons.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2007 17:29:43 GMT -5
((Fenrix is being a kelpto at the moment and stealing coins from the barman...so she's not responding ^^ But she's listening.))
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