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Post by Zylaa on Oct 10, 2009 15:12:10 GMT -5
Zylaa watched Sarn's request, considered very very briefly the prospect of using her feminine wiles for the sake of points, and decided against it.
"And you, Captain?" she said to Hunty. "What performance would you like to see from the weasels and me?" She indicated the weasels with a dramatic flourish. The weasels, who were still rolling over each other and squabbling for the free shinies, rather ruined the effect.
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Post by Amneiger on Oct 10, 2009 21:21:01 GMT -5
Amneiger thought for a moment about the first sentences Hunty had said.
"But if I shot you (and Bloody Mary to be safe), there'd still be two judges left, and they'd know that I was serious. So that would help me. Also, it won't be me doing the shooting; it'd be the minitank."
"On the other hand, do you have a Jolly Roger flag or sticker with you at the moment? Because otherwise you'll have to wait until I can get a sticker made."
"Also, have you thought about advertising? I could make a sign to put on the minitank advertising the Pirate store, at the rates I mentioned earlier."
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Post by Draco on Oct 10, 2009 21:55:04 GMT -5
Draco walks over to Zylaa.
"50 points if your weasels can spray paint that mini tank with ninja weasels on it. Oh, and I guess 55 points to Amneiger for the advertising space."
He stops to think to himself about what is going on.
"Hmm, this is turning more into do whatever the judges want to get points, more than bribing... Well whatever, at least no guys are running around wearing miniskirts... Yet..."
He looks at Sarn with worried eyes.
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Post by Amneiger on Oct 10, 2009 22:01:32 GMT -5
"Excellent! Draco, what do you want to be on the sticker? Or would the ninja weasels be the advertising?"
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Post by Draco on Oct 10, 2009 22:39:18 GMT -5
"No sticker needed, I have it planned out with the weasels help."
He waves a few new shinies in front of them and discusses a plan.
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Post by Zylaa on Oct 11, 2009 0:38:14 GMT -5
((Giving the judges what they want is bribing. =P))
Zylaa could feel a little bit of her soul dying as she accepted the ninja's offer, but... points were points, and she was pretty sure Hunty would understand. Of course, then there was the matter of finding spray paint.
Fortunately, due to loose laws of continuity, she was able to get some black spray paint from the store without any delay in the narrative of bribery!
Teaching the weasels, on the other hand...
"Okay, so you point it, so this end with the opening is facing away from you, and you press down."
The weasels did a test spray. Quite a few ended up with black stomachs.
"Close enough. So then you fire it at that tank and you do a picture of a weasel. In a ninja outfit."
The weasels considered this.
"How?" one said.
"Do a picture of a weasel but leave the eyes white, and that should be close enough," Zylaa said. Because spray paint really isn't the way to go for detail, especially not with a bunch of tiny weasels. "Now who thinks they could do that?"
The dozen or so who raised their hands, she gave the task of spray painting the tank. She also gave them little cloth mouth-and-nose coverings, because you're supposed to fire spray paint from at least six inches away, which is difficult when your arms are barely a third of that, and it's very important to follow proper safety procedures when dealing with sentient weasels spray painting a miniature tank.
Soon enough, the requested space on Amnei's tank had a dozen half-decent pictures of ninja weasels. Well, black weasels. In two cases, just stick figures with ears and a tail. But it worked.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2009 14:22:13 GMT -5
((First post updated - Sorry it took so long, I was away this weekend. ^^))
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Post by Amneiger on Oct 11, 2009 20:39:10 GMT -5
...Well. Um. I think I won't comment on this.
Instead, Amneiger turned towards the judge who hadn't said anything in response to his advertising offer yet.
"Shade, what about you? Is there any message the knights need to tell the world? Are you recruiting, perhaps? Or offering sword fighting lessons so that the common people are better able to defend themselves?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2009 11:08:46 GMT -5
Mauling? That was easy to do. Aly thought for a moment as she accepted the knickknacks (keeping a careful eye on Lika the whole time) and decided to spare some people she knew the agony of getting ripped apart by the now-flaming Felyr. Dang. Too bad she couldn't heal herself, or she would've jumped right in.
Well, knickknacks first. Aly reached in and pulled out...ninja keychains. Draco keychains. A few ornaments with various letters on them, which she quickly laid out and unscrambled to 'ninjas pwn'. A bandanna, which apparently had once carried a pirate skull and crossbones that had valiantly tried to avoid being painted over, and partially succeeded. She wasn't going to question that one.
Quickly as she could, she cut a spare shirt of hers to ribbons, stuffed those in a pocket, and held the cat down while she began hanging, sticking, and tying various things to the cat. By the end of it, Aly was panting, Lika was growling, and the floor was a little scorched, but nothing too permanent. Maybe. The mage then went and obviously showed her death wish, as she picked up the burnt-out familiar and cuddled her in her arms. "Aw...who's a cute kitty? Who's a cute kitty?"
[You dare to humiliate me like a common housecat...] Lika scratched at anything she could reach, which included Aly's arms and torso. Well, it would have. The girl smiled and lifted up the sleeve of her robe, revealing shiny metal. [I loathe you.]
"I should do this before every battle." She turned towards the door and abruptly dropped the furious cat, who immediately landed and darted towards a random, unimportant NPC. After several thuds, grunts, Aly running out (after standing there watching with a little camera she'd gotten from who knows where), and a few cartoon-like effects, a heavily bandaged man was dragged in with a slightly more content, if still decorated, cat padding in.
[This had better be worth it,] Lika said, annoyed, to Aly.[/i]] The girl only winked.
(I want bonus points if I draw this. XD)
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Post by Draco on Oct 12, 2009 15:30:13 GMT -5
(You will  ) Draco just watches the angry cat run amok with amusement. "Yep, you get the full points I stated before than." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2009 15:52:29 GMT -5
With the handy help of subtitles, Sarn saw the phrase cross Draco's mind and looked down at his worn breeches. He began to flush as red as a pale Feberi could go, but set aside his misgivings.
"For the greater good," he told himself over and over as he pulled the nearest sheet of fabric over himself. Using his huge wings like a chrysalis, he quickly folded the sheet into what could pass for a belt, slipped it over his legs and ... *gulp* spread his wings to reveal his thin pallid legs covered only slightly by a purple and orange striped miniskirt.
"Requests, anyone?"
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Post by Draco on Oct 12, 2009 15:58:24 GMT -5
Draco passes out from the sight.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 12, 2009 16:32:27 GMT -5
Hunty craned her neck to look at stick-weasels on the minitank. "Aw. Hey, Zy-zy, you get thirty points if you make them add little swords and pirate bandanas to those figures." She gave Amnei a bright grin. "See, we don't generally advertise. Advertising only results in hopeful young lads joining the pirates in hopes of seeing new places and meeting new people and possibly getting rich and impressing their girls back home, which is fine and dandy right up until you have to convince them to stick a sword in this other guy who hasn't ever done anything to them, because that's what robbing other people out at sea is about, which is kinda funny really, considering how little people actually think about it." She paused, only then remembering who she was talking to. "And you get forty points for promptly forgetting what I just said, there's a good boy."
Right then, miniskirt!Sarn entered the stage. Metaphorically or not, take your pick.
"Um," she said. There really weren't any more words to spare.
"Like, gag," Bloody Mary piped up on her shoulder, pretty obviously having the time of his life. "That color combination is so not you, dahling."
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Post by Shadaras on Oct 12, 2009 16:59:13 GMT -5
Shade crossed her arms, looking at Amneiger. "I don't have anything with me to advertise with, and how do I know that you'll print out you own advertisements when you get back to Spacefleet?"
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Post by Zylaa on Oct 12, 2009 20:58:32 GMT -5
"Gladly!" Zylaa said, glad that Hunty was letting her appease her honor and not keelhauling her or something. Come to think of it, the crew hadn't keelhauled someone yet that Zylaa could remember. Hm. Anyway.
Zylaa sent a few of the weasels out to the store to pick up some red, gold, and silver spray paint, and the black stick-figure weasels were soon bedecked with bandannas, swords, and, from one particularly artistic weasel, a full captain outfit complete with hat, coat, boots, and a hook. Zylaa made a mental note to remember that weasel in case of any future artistic endeavors.
Unfortunately, her mental note was instantly obliterated by the sight of Sarn in a miniskirt, but at least she tried.
"Um... uh... er... SHADE. Requests?" Zylaa said, turning to Shade hurriedly.
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