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It wasn't honey... no, not honey, not the sweet
stain on the lips and teeth. Not honey, not the deep
plunge of soft belly and the clinging of the gold-edged
pollen-dusted feet. Though rapture blind my eyes, and
hunger crisp dark and inert my mouth, not this β old
desire β old passion β old forgetfulness β old pain β
stain on the lips and teeth. Not honey, not the deep
plunge of soft belly and the clinging of the gold-edged
pollen-dusted feet. Though rapture blind my eyes, and
hunger crisp dark and inert my mouth, not this β old
desire β old passion β old forgetfulness β old pain β
You walk into the deck of the ship. Talk about the lil boy sulking stroking his pet rats, talk about the inseparable boys, talk about the daria like girl with an eye patch. the ship rumbles and lurches. "Eh, time for a pit stop anyway. Maybe we can grab some chow" the shadowy captain says. They would port, pillage and pull of a hiest while they fueled up. The mute boy signed he had a bad feeling about this and his companion laughs goofily and pretty much hits him with how hard he pats him on the back. "What's the worst that can happen?"
A band of thieves have been together for a while, stealing what they can everytime their ship docks. They're not at all infamous- do not even have a name- simply scapring by in existence. They've been together for ages and ages, and have learned how to survive in this alternate universe, making a means by drifting from city to city time after time. They know each other well, but the question is, do they know themselves? Fate has a habit of pissing on comfortability, shredding normality, and shoving _____ into crisis. These scoundrels are no exception. Completely unrelated and not at all a hint of foreshadowing, the "dusting" has been sweeping the world as long as its existed. A city will be showered in beautiful fine golden ash, like a volcano before it erupts, and then a bright light pours over the ______ and eats it up, leaving entire towns just wiped from existence- completely erased. No one knows why or what happens but everyone's grown used to them, sorta like earthquakes. It's tragic but no one really cares until it happens to them.
The thieves are going to a city called ______, a hot and miserable place.
As I'm sure you can imagine, the dusting is going to be prevalent to the story. In fact, it's going to happen probably within the first couple posts! Then everything will be transported to a different dimension, Xanadu. So, even if this may start as a sort of sky pirate deal, rest assured (or be disappointed in the fact) that such is not the nature of this roleplay! Prevalant themes include fighting for identity, death and the after life, dimensionality, and _______, to give you a glimpse into.... what.... you'll be dealing with. HAHA. >:}
- explain xanadu and the world they live in
- Well, first and foremost, in this roleplay, all of the lil buds need to be be somewhat quirky. The type of people who, should they exist in our world, really be seen as quite the "character", for plottage reasonings. Of course, I ask you to also make them believably so. Egad.
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Tiesa left her eyes on the slow and steady moving ship that was far from their reach, but close enough to keep in sight. Her mind began to wander, into thoughts about the night before and what exactly they might have gotten their selves in to. She was unsure where Ruddah was, but she knew there were a few words inside of her that she wished to share with him. After hearing Tinker's voice call out to her about going down to the medical-lab, she gave a nod of her head, though her green eyes were still focused out towards the sea. Her thoughts drifted away from the night before to a bit back further. She would never admit to herself, she missed home. Because this ship, this crew and this calling to serve as a doctor to them all; this was home. She pursed her lips tightly together, clearing her throat as her hands pushed away from the wooden railing. Her feet set themselves in the direction to head towards the medical lab, and once there, she pushed the door open with a bit more caution than usual.
"Tinker?", she called out, her head prodding through the doors opening.
She took slow and steady steps until she was completely in the room, the door closing behind her. Her eyes then viewed Tinker, who was laying on the cot with his shirt slung at the end of it, a bandana covering his face and his body almost looking lifeless. If it wasn't for the movement of his chest with every breath he took, she would have assumed so. Walking towards her cabinet, she pulled it open by the small knobs, searching for gauze and a bit of antiseptic to clean around his eye. The sound of bottles clinking against each other filled that gap of silence as she continued fumbling for what she needed, and as he continued to lay and rest.
"Perfect.", she said under her breath, eying the bottle of antiseptic.
Taking the things and cradling them in her right arm, she closed the cabinets and reached for a chair, pulling it just on the side of Tinker. She took a seat in the chair, setting the things on the cot just near the side of his stomach. With a bit of hesitation, her hand lifted and her eyes almost seemed curious. As if she was a little child sneaking to grab something she shouldn't, she reached over until her fingertips took hold of the sweat, water and dirt stained bandanna. She kept her fingertips locked on just the edge, and as she gently pulled, the bandanna came slowly dragging off his face. Her fingers let it go, the cloth falling to the floor and next to her chair. She sat there for a moment, taking in his presence and the sight of his face.
"You know, I don't see why you wear that eye patch.", she said lowly, as she reached for the bottle of antiseptic.
She covered the piece of gauze in just enough liquid, beginning to lightly dab around his eyes and even his face. There were a few scratches she was sure he didn't even know he had. Tinker was a rough young lad, and even when he took a beating he would never admit he lost. As she dabbed and wiped the gauze along his face, she turned her eyes to his.
"Between me and you Tink, don't you think what we are doing is a bit.. too much?", she asked with an expression of wonderment, and even a bit of regret somewhere there behind those emerald green eyes, "I mean, about the Princess and all."
"Tinker?", she called out, her head prodding through the doors opening.
She took slow and steady steps until she was completely in the room, the door closing behind her. Her eyes then viewed Tinker, who was laying on the cot with his shirt slung at the end of it, a bandana covering his face and his body almost looking lifeless. If it wasn't for the movement of his chest with every breath he took, she would have assumed so. Walking towards her cabinet, she pulled it open by the small knobs, searching for gauze and a bit of antiseptic to clean around his eye. The sound of bottles clinking against each other filled that gap of silence as she continued fumbling for what she needed, and as he continued to lay and rest.
"Perfect.", she said under her breath, eying the bottle of antiseptic.
Taking the things and cradling them in her right arm, she closed the cabinets and reached for a chair, pulling it just on the side of Tinker. She took a seat in the chair, setting the things on the cot just near the side of his stomach. With a bit of hesitation, her hand lifted and her eyes almost seemed curious. As if she was a little child sneaking to grab something she shouldn't, she reached over until her fingertips took hold of the sweat, water and dirt stained bandanna. She kept her fingertips locked on just the edge, and as she gently pulled, the bandanna came slowly dragging off his face. Her fingers let it go, the cloth falling to the floor and next to her chair. She sat there for a moment, taking in his presence and the sight of his face.
"You know, I don't see why you wear that eye patch.", she said lowly, as she reached for the bottle of antiseptic.
She covered the piece of gauze in just enough liquid, beginning to lightly dab around his eyes and even his face. There were a few scratches she was sure he didn't even know he had. Tinker was a rough young lad, and even when he took a beating he would never admit he lost. As she dabbed and wiped the gauze along his face, she turned her eyes to his.
"Between me and you Tink, don't you think what we are doing is a bit.. too much?", she asked with an expression of wonderment, and even a bit of regret somewhere there behind those emerald green eyes, "I mean, about the Princess and all."
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Kei was in the rigging on the port side of the ship, laying only a few feet above the deck's railing and ignoring all that was going on around her, a rare occurance but it was an easy day. She had eaten her orange and some of her rice and had just reeled up a fish. Her eyes widened minutely as she examined the fish, it was Akushin, a delicasy from Nohin!
She quickly whipped out her tanto and beheaded it, making sure the fishhead landed in the water. She gracefully disentangled herself from the ropes and landed on the deck, kneeling down almost before her feet touched the wooden planks. She smoothly cut open the fish and filleted it on deck without getting a single spot on her Nomoki (her traditional robe-like 'jacket' she always wears). Kei promptly threw the inedible things, such as bones and scales, off the side of the ship (however she did keep a couple of the bones to fashion into a haircomb- perhaps as a welcome gift to the new member. Though she did not particularily like her she had done it for every other crew member, simple trinkets really, an odd braclet here, a necklace there, an ornamental dagger someplace else, among other such things).
Going back to her task at hand she made quick work of the fillet and chopped it up into bite-sized pieces and placed them liberally around her rice, uncooked. Though it was not how it is supposed to be eaten (as the appearance was much cruder than it should have been) it would be fine. One of the good things of liking some fish raw (and knowing how to prepare them of course) was that none of the other sailors stole her food like they were wont to do to others...
Kei climbed the riggins once more, after cleaning and sheathing her tanto, to eat in peace. She climed a bit higher than she had gone to fish so she could watch the sea. The waves had always soothed her for some reason, and she absentmindedly likened the four humors to the tempers and moods of the sea.
She quickly whipped out her tanto and beheaded it, making sure the fishhead landed in the water. She gracefully disentangled herself from the ropes and landed on the deck, kneeling down almost before her feet touched the wooden planks. She smoothly cut open the fish and filleted it on deck without getting a single spot on her Nomoki (her traditional robe-like 'jacket' she always wears). Kei promptly threw the inedible things, such as bones and scales, off the side of the ship (however she did keep a couple of the bones to fashion into a haircomb- perhaps as a welcome gift to the new member. Though she did not particularily like her she had done it for every other crew member, simple trinkets really, an odd braclet here, a necklace there, an ornamental dagger someplace else, among other such things).
Going back to her task at hand she made quick work of the fillet and chopped it up into bite-sized pieces and placed them liberally around her rice, uncooked. Though it was not how it is supposed to be eaten (as the appearance was much cruder than it should have been) it would be fine. One of the good things of liking some fish raw (and knowing how to prepare them of course) was that none of the other sailors stole her food like they were wont to do to others...
Kei climbed the riggins once more, after cleaning and sheathing her tanto, to eat in peace. She climed a bit higher than she had gone to fish so she could watch the sea. The waves had always soothed her for some reason, and she absentmindedly likened the four humors to the tempers and moods of the sea.
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Captain Aniruddha Tok leaned against the railing of the Quarterdeck, much like he'd done just that morning. He ran a large hand through dreads of hair and licked chapped lips while he tried to ignore how hard his heart was bouncing inside his chest. Tok could swear that if he spent the next couple weeks under as much stress as the past couple days, the vital organ would go on strike and he'd topple over dead because of an overworked heart. All day he'd been on edge- more specifically the moment dear Merryweather had pointed out the ship that may or may not be following them, despite how adamant the little girl had been that they weren't going to be taken. Her words from that earlier conversation had engraved themselves into her brain. "I can't do any more than that." Which was true. Every man had his limits, no one could do more than possible. Perhaps this journey was stretching out those limits too far. He felt his head tilt backward so that his eyes could meet the treacherous naval ship that'd been making him go mad all day with squinted eyes. He glared at it for a while before slumping back into place against the finely carved railing. Day turned to dusk, fragments of twilight waltzing about the horizon as the sun said its goodbyes and made a slow departure. It was time.
He'd promised himself that he'd tell his crew in one public announcement his plan as soon as night struck, but it didn't seem quite so easy anymore. He rubbed his temples. "Bollocks. They're going to think I'm raving mad. Absolutely loony. Why did I even start this adventure? The crew is going to toss me overboard and sell the princess to France and then be on their way when they find that their beloved Captain is chasing fairytales." he frantically thought, having to gulp down the anxiousness. This would be the day he'd very cautiously avoided for months, and while he'd relentlessly been rehearsing the words he'd say to persuade them all for a very long time, it all seemed to have drained out his ears as soon as the event can nearer. "But these aren't fairytales and I'm not mad." he whispered to himself, more firm now and increasingly more determined.
With the most purposeful strides he'd done for the past couple of days, he made his way to the bow of the ship, where he generally made important speeches. He hopped on top of a wooden chest and coughed his throat a couple of times to get the attention of the men aboard deck. His voice felt dry and instead of calling out something like "Announcement!" or the like, he just stood there, gazing at the slowly forming group of people below him and feeling out of his skin. With time, a mass of people came about, shuffling up to their captain with either eager or skeptical eyes. He glanced at the crowd and noticed that not everybody was present, and then quietly asked James, a young mate with an eye-patch and tousled blond hair his request. "James, would you be so kind as to go below deck and collect anyone who's not up here. If you see Princess Hermione, tell her she can come above deck only if she wears a hooded cloak." he practically whispered. The young boy, who'd always been overly eager, grinned ferociously and hollered "YES, CAP'N, RIGHT AWAY, CAP'N!" and ran through the gaggle of pirates with the movements a young teenage boy, rough and goofy and not as coordinated as a grown man.
When James came back with other members hesitantly following him, excitedly proclaiming, "GOT 'EM, CAP'N, I GOT 'EM." Tok nodded his head in approval and swallowed any hesitance he had. "My beloved crew and my dearest friends, I'm sure you're all dying to know the reason behind this madness. I must admit, my conscious has grown heavy of late with the knowledge that you have followed me blindly into the dark with a loyalty that I cannot regard any less than astounding, while I remained shrouded in a veil of ambiguity like I've done my entire life. We've not been together five years, but still you stand by my side- by each other's sides- and I thank you for this. Never before have I met such a lovely group of people,experienced such a wildly cohesive ship dynamic. And I know I'm young, and I know I'm wet behind the ears, but it has to be true that, for pirates, we're awfully damned classy." He smiled a snorted a bit to himself before his eyes downcast again with the bigger things to tackle. It was easy enough to compliment his crew, especially concerning how how much he meant it. What would really be tricky was...
"This being said, I'm sure that we as a crew can do this. We're Ratgrins! Infamous in just a few years for being bigger, brighter, and better than the rest." he paused, forcing himself to tiptoe on the edge of spitting out what he needed to. "You're all wondering why in bloody hell we needed to capture the princess for if not for ransom , I'm sure of it. I'm here to tell you that she is going to be the key to riches far beyond any that a silly country could give us and with a far grander adventure that a simple kidnapping. You see, our bright scholar Tommy and I have been researching in depth for the past five years- Actually, I'd been researching this since I was thirteen, and the person who'd given me most of my knowledge on it had been researching for fifty years- a certain subject. And we've finally pieced it all together, crew." He sighed, realizing he was rambling now more than anything.
"We've got the materials and the knowledge to venture out to El Dorado, the Lost City of Gold." he said simply. In that moment, Tok felt an elephant finally crawl off his back with the relieving sensation of finally spilling a secret. At the same time, though, he felt a new one hop right back on. He continued his his explanation hastily. "Yes, I know, it sounds barking crazy. I assure you that it does exist and we could reach it. Up to our knees in gold, surrounded by pristine, Godly beauty- a paradise for all who are brave and clever enough to make it there. The city is waiting for people like us to come in and prosper. All throughout history, there's been hints recorded, clues leading anyone brave enough straight to the sanctuary. If we can prove ourselves worthy by getting pass all the obstacles in our way, we have a rightful place in their kingdom."
"Of course, we needn't stay there. We could visit, take all the gold we can carry aboard, and leave once more. Some might choose to stay, as I'd been told that men fall in love with themselves and the world upon entering, considering it's the closet thing to heaven there is on Earth. Don't you understand? This is an opportunity of a lifetime! It's the most spectacular gift anyone could ever ask for nipping at your toes." His face had become bright again, very similar to how it'd been when he'd told all of this to Hermione, and then it dropped again when seeing the unfazed faces among the crowd.
"I am not forcing you into this. I want everyone to understand that because the pay off is so large, the risk is larger. Anyone who doesn't wish to continue can be dropped off in the Americas at a safe port where we'll never contact you again..." He said all of this considerably dryly, as if he were stating off his tax rates in the past twenty years. He licked his lips for a bit, feeling uncannily naked up there on that chest, and then cried out a perky "...Questions?"
Tok knew how much he'd bludgeoned his speech. When he'd practiced it, it'd been unspeakably persuasive, but right then it was like trying to get a fish on a hook without any bait. He just hoped his crew would be able to understand the greatness of it all without his sparkling words to spruce it up.
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Siegfried made his way back up onto deck after seeing the Princess off with Momo, generally wandering about the deck and making a nuisance of himself as much as possible without actually getting anyone angry. This was a favorite game of his, with the right people, anyway. He left alone those who seemed to be having less-than-swell days or ones who would just take his buffoonery the wrong way. Still, there was something to be said for the way a bawdy joke or rhyming riddle could make the time pass a little easier, and he was all too happy to provide.
It wasn't long, though, before he noticed the sun begin to dip beyond the horizon, and he marveled at the fact that it had been a whole day since the twilight raid on the royal palace itself. A whole day, and only a day. Time passed in a strange way for him occasionally. On the one hand, he still felt keenly the lives lost, though those particular sentiments would never make his face past the ever-present personal filter. At the same time, the day had passed with small exceptions like many others, and he supposed he could get used to sailing with Hermoine aboard; the addition of the Princess and the loss of a few good men were the only real changes such a catastrophic even had truly wrought in his own existence, though in all likelihood, there were those much more profoundly affected than his uninjured, fickle self.
Kei appeared to be fishing off the boat again, and e watched with interest as she beheaded the fish and mixed raw chunks of it into her rice. There was a dish like that he'd tried once, only with the addition of vegetables and seaweed, and well... it looked a bit less bloody too, but it was probably the same principle anyway. He tossed the boatswain in the rigging a wave and continued to amble along the deck.
At about that time, though, the Captain decided to call some sort of assembly, and so he altered his course and came to lean against the mainmast, towards the back of the crew, but still within range to hear Tok. Unless Siegfried missed his guess, their fearless leader was quite nervous about something, and he wondered if the news was really that bad or what. Don't tell me we nabbed the wrong Princess or something... As it turned out, that was not the problem, and unlike many of the members of the crowd, the Quartermaster remained impassive throughout the speech, simply choosing to listen, though he did take note of a few discontented murmurs within his hearing.
That wasn't good; this was no time for the crew to be getting antsy, and the fact that Tok was so... adamant was probably working against him. He was clearly in love with the very idea, which did not lend itself to credibility. Practical expectations and a matter-of-fact demeanor might have done it better, but then Siegfried personally liked that the man threw himself so fully into everything that he did. Time for some damage control, perhaps.
"...Questions?" Perfect.
"Is that all?" Siegfried piped up, trademark harlequin's grin on his face once more. "Geez, Captain, for a while there, I thought you were going to make us do something hard, like ransom her to the French or something. If all we gotta do's find El Dorado, that's no problem, right? Just look for the really shiny gold city, and try not to steal more than I can carry when we get there. Gotcha." He made an over-the-top salute and exited the meeting as though it were a stage, which in some sense it very much was. The sound of more than a few chuckles followed him, and he knew that for the moment, the tension he had felt building was gone. There was no way he had fixed the real problem so simply, of course, but the shroud of insanity once again rested on his shoulders, and Tok looked quite reasonable by comparison.
It wasn't long, though, before he noticed the sun begin to dip beyond the horizon, and he marveled at the fact that it had been a whole day since the twilight raid on the royal palace itself. A whole day, and only a day. Time passed in a strange way for him occasionally. On the one hand, he still felt keenly the lives lost, though those particular sentiments would never make his face past the ever-present personal filter. At the same time, the day had passed with small exceptions like many others, and he supposed he could get used to sailing with Hermoine aboard; the addition of the Princess and the loss of a few good men were the only real changes such a catastrophic even had truly wrought in his own existence, though in all likelihood, there were those much more profoundly affected than his uninjured, fickle self.
Kei appeared to be fishing off the boat again, and e watched with interest as she beheaded the fish and mixed raw chunks of it into her rice. There was a dish like that he'd tried once, only with the addition of vegetables and seaweed, and well... it looked a bit less bloody too, but it was probably the same principle anyway. He tossed the boatswain in the rigging a wave and continued to amble along the deck.
At about that time, though, the Captain decided to call some sort of assembly, and so he altered his course and came to lean against the mainmast, towards the back of the crew, but still within range to hear Tok. Unless Siegfried missed his guess, their fearless leader was quite nervous about something, and he wondered if the news was really that bad or what. Don't tell me we nabbed the wrong Princess or something... As it turned out, that was not the problem, and unlike many of the members of the crowd, the Quartermaster remained impassive throughout the speech, simply choosing to listen, though he did take note of a few discontented murmurs within his hearing.
That wasn't good; this was no time for the crew to be getting antsy, and the fact that Tok was so... adamant was probably working against him. He was clearly in love with the very idea, which did not lend itself to credibility. Practical expectations and a matter-of-fact demeanor might have done it better, but then Siegfried personally liked that the man threw himself so fully into everything that he did. Time for some damage control, perhaps.
"...Questions?" Perfect.
"Is that all?" Siegfried piped up, trademark harlequin's grin on his face once more. "Geez, Captain, for a while there, I thought you were going to make us do something hard, like ransom her to the French or something. If all we gotta do's find El Dorado, that's no problem, right? Just look for the really shiny gold city, and try not to steal more than I can carry when we get there. Gotcha." He made an over-the-top salute and exited the meeting as though it were a stage, which in some sense it very much was. The sound of more than a few chuckles followed him, and he knew that for the moment, the tension he had felt building was gone. There was no way he had fixed the real problem so simply, of course, but the shroud of insanity once again rested on his shoulders, and Tok looked quite reasonable by comparison.
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The meeting hadn't gone exactly as Hermione had planned... or hoped for. Momo was already in a bad mood over something and seemed to glare at Hermione whenever her eyes were turned in the princess's direction. Every time their eyes met, the young woman felt smaller and smaller. By the time she'd thrown a few hand-me-downs to the girl, Hermione could have sworn she was a mere six inches tall. It wasn't her fault she'd been kidnapped and brought here, if that was indeed the reason the female cook was so grumpy around her. But then again, she could have been angry at something else? Either way, Hermione thanked her many times and curtsied as much as was respectable, hoping to mend some of the anger that Momo felt.
When she found a place to get dressed she looked at the clothes peculiarly. There weren't as many pieces as she was used to and they were certainly thin and cut strangely. The bottoms were like the breeches men wore. The closest Hermione had ever come to wearing were the bloomers beneath her many petticoats. What was she getting herself into? Literally? Pulling them on underneath her skirts, as a little more privacy on this massive ship full of gritty men, they clung to her skin and hugged her hips. How strange and yet... how incredibly liberating! A wicked smile spread over her lips and she quickly began to untie the crinolines and petticoats. They fell to the floor in a wild pile of silk and cotton and she felt a great weight lift from her. Giggling a bit at the statement made in her mind, Hermione relished in the new breeches. They were worn out, a little thin at the knees and Siegfried had been correct, Momo was a bit shorter than herself. Looking down at her exposed ankles she realized she hadn't attained any shoes or boots. Wiggling her toes about, Hermione decided quickly they would be useless to her, seeing as how she loved freeing her trapped feet whenever she had the chance. This was a new day for the sheltered Princess! Things were going to be changing a lot from here on out!
Finishing dressing, Hermione felt naked. It was funny that the clothes she put on did nothing to help her reticence. Looking down at the very small shirt, Hermione saw her bellybutton, all exposed for the world to see. The sleeves only performed their duty to hold the thin cloth over her bosom (which was actually there in these clothes!) and did nothing to cover the rest of her arms. Thank God Momo had provided a long sleeve jacket! But Hermione's hopes were dashed when she discovered all the buttons were missing. Hermione had never worn hand-me-downs, but she was now certain they were not good things.
Sighing, Hermione pulled the worn-out leather belt over her pants and buckled them against her hips. This would have to do, she supposed. Perhaps the beautiful doctor would be able to grant her the use of a more modest blouse? That would be done as soon as she'd finished speaking with Aniruddha Tok. Taking one last look at herself, Hermione groaned, pulled the jacket closed over her exposed stomach and began to leave her hiding place. She would return for the silks and linens later.
Just as she was reaching a crossroads of hallways, a young boy came rushing up to her, all arms and legs.
"The Cap'n's requestin' every one on deck!" He bowed awkwardly to her and his eyebrows furrowed together. "Eh... Yer Highness!" Hermione curtsied in return, paying the young man her respects. That was one thing her parents and tutors had always hated about Hermione. She would curtsy to a criminal or a noble. No one was a "low-life" in her eyes. They were her people and she thought they deserved just as much acknowledgment as royalty. The boy took off down the hallway and Hermione made the decision to go in the opposite direction, hoping it would bring her out on deck.
And it did! Thank Heavens she didn't get lost again! Sooner or later she would learn this boat the same way she had memorized her gardens. It would be another fantastical, amazing playground for her to explore and discover. She was grinning wildly when she emerged in the group of crewmen. No one seemed to notice her. Not wearing all the finery of a princess Hermione was almost an equal among them. Standing beside a tall man with many tattoos, Hermione studied them closely until she was interrupted by the Captain's voice, full of nerves and excitement.
No one knew? He hadn't told his crew? Hermione had assumed they all knew and that's why they had kidnapped her. But the crew was kept shrouded in mystery as they blindly followed Tok into the palace and abducted an unsuspecting girl from her dressing chambers. What in the world was going on? Hermione forgot about her rather exposed body and pushed her way into the front of the crowd when he finished explaining his plan. Someone spoke up in the back and she turned to see Siegfried saunter his way below decks with a goofy grin on his face. It was a nice way to get everyone on Tok's side. Hermione smiled softly at his kindness. He was surely an enigma.
With strands of her blond hair falling into her face, Hermione looked back to Tok who was clearly frightened of the the prospect that his men would leave him. Although she was astounded he'd hidden all this from his crew, Hermione had made up her mind to go with him and so she would follow him to El Dorado and partake in the greatest riches in the world. Feeling a wild bubbly current in her stomach, Hermione spoke up lifting an over dramatic fist in the air.
"I'm with you Captain!" She giggled a little after wards smiling wildly at Tok. As crazy as it all was, Hermione was ready for anything. Aniruddha Tok seemed like the right person to follow in this great journey and she would remain loyal to the man who'd freed her from the tyranny that was being a Princess.
When she found a place to get dressed she looked at the clothes peculiarly. There weren't as many pieces as she was used to and they were certainly thin and cut strangely. The bottoms were like the breeches men wore. The closest Hermione had ever come to wearing were the bloomers beneath her many petticoats. What was she getting herself into? Literally? Pulling them on underneath her skirts, as a little more privacy on this massive ship full of gritty men, they clung to her skin and hugged her hips. How strange and yet... how incredibly liberating! A wicked smile spread over her lips and she quickly began to untie the crinolines and petticoats. They fell to the floor in a wild pile of silk and cotton and she felt a great weight lift from her. Giggling a bit at the statement made in her mind, Hermione relished in the new breeches. They were worn out, a little thin at the knees and Siegfried had been correct, Momo was a bit shorter than herself. Looking down at her exposed ankles she realized she hadn't attained any shoes or boots. Wiggling her toes about, Hermione decided quickly they would be useless to her, seeing as how she loved freeing her trapped feet whenever she had the chance. This was a new day for the sheltered Princess! Things were going to be changing a lot from here on out!
Finishing dressing, Hermione felt naked. It was funny that the clothes she put on did nothing to help her reticence. Looking down at the very small shirt, Hermione saw her bellybutton, all exposed for the world to see. The sleeves only performed their duty to hold the thin cloth over her bosom (which was actually there in these clothes!) and did nothing to cover the rest of her arms. Thank God Momo had provided a long sleeve jacket! But Hermione's hopes were dashed when she discovered all the buttons were missing. Hermione had never worn hand-me-downs, but she was now certain they were not good things.
Sighing, Hermione pulled the worn-out leather belt over her pants and buckled them against her hips. This would have to do, she supposed. Perhaps the beautiful doctor would be able to grant her the use of a more modest blouse? That would be done as soon as she'd finished speaking with Aniruddha Tok. Taking one last look at herself, Hermione groaned, pulled the jacket closed over her exposed stomach and began to leave her hiding place. She would return for the silks and linens later.
Just as she was reaching a crossroads of hallways, a young boy came rushing up to her, all arms and legs.
"The Cap'n's requestin' every one on deck!" He bowed awkwardly to her and his eyebrows furrowed together. "Eh... Yer Highness!" Hermione curtsied in return, paying the young man her respects. That was one thing her parents and tutors had always hated about Hermione. She would curtsy to a criminal or a noble. No one was a "low-life" in her eyes. They were her people and she thought they deserved just as much acknowledgment as royalty. The boy took off down the hallway and Hermione made the decision to go in the opposite direction, hoping it would bring her out on deck.
And it did! Thank Heavens she didn't get lost again! Sooner or later she would learn this boat the same way she had memorized her gardens. It would be another fantastical, amazing playground for her to explore and discover. She was grinning wildly when she emerged in the group of crewmen. No one seemed to notice her. Not wearing all the finery of a princess Hermione was almost an equal among them. Standing beside a tall man with many tattoos, Hermione studied them closely until she was interrupted by the Captain's voice, full of nerves and excitement.
No one knew? He hadn't told his crew? Hermione had assumed they all knew and that's why they had kidnapped her. But the crew was kept shrouded in mystery as they blindly followed Tok into the palace and abducted an unsuspecting girl from her dressing chambers. What in the world was going on? Hermione forgot about her rather exposed body and pushed her way into the front of the crowd when he finished explaining his plan. Someone spoke up in the back and she turned to see Siegfried saunter his way below decks with a goofy grin on his face. It was a nice way to get everyone on Tok's side. Hermione smiled softly at his kindness. He was surely an enigma.
With strands of her blond hair falling into her face, Hermione looked back to Tok who was clearly frightened of the the prospect that his men would leave him. Although she was astounded he'd hidden all this from his crew, Hermione had made up her mind to go with him and so she would follow him to El Dorado and partake in the greatest riches in the world. Feeling a wild bubbly current in her stomach, Hermione spoke up lifting an over dramatic fist in the air.
"I'm with you Captain!" She giggled a little after wards smiling wildly at Tok. As crazy as it all was, Hermione was ready for anything. Aniruddha Tok seemed like the right person to follow in this great journey and she would remain loyal to the man who'd freed her from the tyranny that was being a Princess.
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Tinker Tinker had nearly drifted back to sleep, batted his lashes against the cloth material obscuring his view and took a deep breath that sounded awfully like a sigh. He made no attempt to pull the bandanna form his face to see the lovely lady doctor whisk herself in, he didn't need to look to know that it was herβit was in her voice, none sounded quite like hers. He breathed through the fabric covering his face, chest falling and rising with each laboured breath. It surprised him how exhausted he felt, usually he traipsed around the ship with some sort of exuberant energy, it was both contagious and strikingβnow, he laid remotely on the cot without so much as a twitch. His clammy skin shining beneath the candle lights illuminating the quaint medical quarters. He heard her clinging bottles together, probably containing some sort of swill that would cause him to gag, and nearly curled his lips in distaste. In his youth, he'd never liked doctors. It was almost ironic.
Listening intently to the scraping of the chair being dragged across the floor, Tinker inwardly groaned and he clamped his eyes closed. He'd never admit it but his fear of doctors and their treatments often caused him to suffer the pain instead, but stumbling about the ship with half his mind wasn't doing anyone any good. The sooner he got better, the sooner he could help Tok and the rest of the crew out with whatever was needed. Being useless and bedridden hurt him more than anyone could know. A man without the use of his legs and hands wasn't a man at allβwithout his mind, what was he? Suddenly, he felt the soaked bandanna slip off of his face, feathering across his cheeks and lifting completely away until he was blinking into the light. Grumbling softly, he raised his hand and placed it palm down onto his damaged eye, stared ruefully at Tess for stealing his comfort.
βMen hide their ugliness, too.β Tinker said, tracing the scar marring above his eyebrow, dipping down across his eyelid. The other scars completely ruining his upper shoulder, neck and upper armβhe'd rather not talk about, he was only thankful it could be easily hidden with a shirt. To anyone else, it looked like tissues formed like a spiders' webbing, stretching at unseemly angles and healing in stranger patterns. Some parts of his arm and shoulder, he couldn't even feel. Temperature made no difference, and it made him particularly sensitive to the sun. Any of his lovers would have told him it was endearing, but he could tell the difference between endearing and disgust. He could see it in their eyes.
The carpenter winced when Tessa dabbed the gauze below his eyes. The open wounds sizzled and burned beneath it, but felt cool moments after. He knew that if he let it fester, it would only cause him more pain and trouble. Clamping his mouth shut to ignore the searing pain, he only shot her a lopsided grin through grit teeth. And then she asked him a question he hadn't expected. Surprisingly, he wasn't sure at what point he would think they'd gone too far. He trusted the Captain with his life, and would willingly throw it down to protect what he'd come to know as his family. It was as simple as that. Why Tok believed kidnapping a Princess was a good idea? He wasn't sure. βMm... You could say that.β He murmured softly, eyeing her for a moment before raising himself up on his elbows. βA better question left unasked is why are we doing this? It's not nice to be left in the dark.β Tinker smiled weakly. βAh. But isn't it the job of the crew not to question the Captain's judgement?β
Listening intently to the scraping of the chair being dragged across the floor, Tinker inwardly groaned and he clamped his eyes closed. He'd never admit it but his fear of doctors and their treatments often caused him to suffer the pain instead, but stumbling about the ship with half his mind wasn't doing anyone any good. The sooner he got better, the sooner he could help Tok and the rest of the crew out with whatever was needed. Being useless and bedridden hurt him more than anyone could know. A man without the use of his legs and hands wasn't a man at allβwithout his mind, what was he? Suddenly, he felt the soaked bandanna slip off of his face, feathering across his cheeks and lifting completely away until he was blinking into the light. Grumbling softly, he raised his hand and placed it palm down onto his damaged eye, stared ruefully at Tess for stealing his comfort.
βMen hide their ugliness, too.β Tinker said, tracing the scar marring above his eyebrow, dipping down across his eyelid. The other scars completely ruining his upper shoulder, neck and upper armβhe'd rather not talk about, he was only thankful it could be easily hidden with a shirt. To anyone else, it looked like tissues formed like a spiders' webbing, stretching at unseemly angles and healing in stranger patterns. Some parts of his arm and shoulder, he couldn't even feel. Temperature made no difference, and it made him particularly sensitive to the sun. Any of his lovers would have told him it was endearing, but he could tell the difference between endearing and disgust. He could see it in their eyes.
The carpenter winced when Tessa dabbed the gauze below his eyes. The open wounds sizzled and burned beneath it, but felt cool moments after. He knew that if he let it fester, it would only cause him more pain and trouble. Clamping his mouth shut to ignore the searing pain, he only shot her a lopsided grin through grit teeth. And then she asked him a question he hadn't expected. Surprisingly, he wasn't sure at what point he would think they'd gone too far. He trusted the Captain with his life, and would willingly throw it down to protect what he'd come to know as his family. It was as simple as that. Why Tok believed kidnapping a Princess was a good idea? He wasn't sure. βMm... You could say that.β He murmured softly, eyeing her for a moment before raising himself up on his elbows. βA better question left unasked is why are we doing this? It's not nice to be left in the dark.β Tinker smiled weakly. βAh. But isn't it the job of the crew not to question the Captain's judgement?β
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"Well If I was you, I wouldn't bother with an eye patch. Seems like that thing would be awfully irritating." she said as she paused from dabbing the antiseptic to get a sight of his eyes.
When Tinker's eye patch came off, which was rare, people would automatically take sight of his eye which was a milky blue color which left minds puzzled. No one hardly asked and that was because of common courtesy. Growing up, you were always taught not to ask questions you knew that might strike some kind of emotional nerve. Tiesa was one of those people, who never quite got around to asking. But it wasn't because of common courtesy that she didn't ask.
"-and what is there to hide, but a scar." she whispered, taking her hand and setting her finger tips on top of his.
With gentle and slow movement, she got a hold of his fingertips, pulling them upward and off of his eye. Tiesa's movements were beyond graceful and at times even mysterious. She moved in a slow manner, but not sluggish in the annoying sense. She had just always been very observant and when it came to sight, she never missed a thing. Setting his hand back to his side, she stared down to him. Him. Not his scars and not his eye.
"Even children show scars as medals.. and out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars." she said lowly as she reached for her gauze, and continued to clean around his wound.
βA better question left unasked is why are we doing this? It's not nice to be left in the dark.β Tinker smiled weakly. βAh. But isn't it the job of the crew not to question the Captain's judgement?β
"True enough for me to keep quiet then." she smiled, "-but you know me, I can't ever keep my mouth shut when something is bothering me. A flaw of mine, I'm sure. I know Ruddah knows best for us and this ship, but to me he might be digging himself a hole much deeper than he is intending to. I-I don't know, I suppose I'm just a bit worried about everyone's safety, even the Princess."
Once the dried up blood was cleared and all that was seen were open wounds, she reached for an ointment that was bound to help the wounds heal much faster. She scooped a little of the ointment from the jar with a swab, gently rubbing the thick demulcent over his opened wounds. Just as she was finishing up, she jumped at the sudden sound of banging on her door.
"Cap'n sent me to collect 'eryone. He's makin' an announcement!", the voice called out from behind the door.
She turned her neck to look over her shoulder, not giving a response since she heard the beating footsteps make there way away from her door. Turning back to Tinker, she rose her eyebrow.
"Maybe we'll be getting some answers? -Now, don't fiddle with your eye Tink, let it heal on its own. And no special remedies of yours. Salt water, rum or anything of the sort. And you will have to leave that eye patch off for a while so the wounds can close properly." she said, standing from the chair and reaching down to retrieve his bandanna from the floor. Setting it near his hand, she turned and pulled the chair back towards her desk before then reaching for her glass bottles to place them back in her cabinet. Turning to look back to Tinker, she watched as he gathered himself together slowly from the cot.
"You can always come back here. To rest." she said, pausing as she began to wipe her fingertips off with a clean and dry piece of cloth, "If you don't get much rest in your own sleeping quarters. I know how men can be. You boys stay up all hours of the night. Can't get enough of those swords and empty cups." a smile pulled at her lips, followed with a gentle laugh.
Walking towards a hanging mirror, she stood to take a glance at her reflection. Reaching for a white ribbon, she pulled her long red hair back with her fingers. Once she was able, she tired the ribbon around her hair, letting it secure her ponytail in place.
"Then again, I doubt you'd get much sleep here either. I know I don't." she spoke as she fiddled a bit with her hair, until it was out of her face. Patting her hands down along her waist, she turned to look to Tinker, "Coming?" she asked, reached for her door and pulling it open.
When Tinker's eye patch came off, which was rare, people would automatically take sight of his eye which was a milky blue color which left minds puzzled. No one hardly asked and that was because of common courtesy. Growing up, you were always taught not to ask questions you knew that might strike some kind of emotional nerve. Tiesa was one of those people, who never quite got around to asking. But it wasn't because of common courtesy that she didn't ask.
"-and what is there to hide, but a scar." she whispered, taking her hand and setting her finger tips on top of his.
With gentle and slow movement, she got a hold of his fingertips, pulling them upward and off of his eye. Tiesa's movements were beyond graceful and at times even mysterious. She moved in a slow manner, but not sluggish in the annoying sense. She had just always been very observant and when it came to sight, she never missed a thing. Setting his hand back to his side, she stared down to him. Him. Not his scars and not his eye.
"Even children show scars as medals.. and out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars." she said lowly as she reached for her gauze, and continued to clean around his wound.
βA better question left unasked is why are we doing this? It's not nice to be left in the dark.β Tinker smiled weakly. βAh. But isn't it the job of the crew not to question the Captain's judgement?β
"True enough for me to keep quiet then." she smiled, "-but you know me, I can't ever keep my mouth shut when something is bothering me. A flaw of mine, I'm sure. I know Ruddah knows best for us and this ship, but to me he might be digging himself a hole much deeper than he is intending to. I-I don't know, I suppose I'm just a bit worried about everyone's safety, even the Princess."
Once the dried up blood was cleared and all that was seen were open wounds, she reached for an ointment that was bound to help the wounds heal much faster. She scooped a little of the ointment from the jar with a swab, gently rubbing the thick demulcent over his opened wounds. Just as she was finishing up, she jumped at the sudden sound of banging on her door.
"Cap'n sent me to collect 'eryone. He's makin' an announcement!", the voice called out from behind the door.
She turned her neck to look over her shoulder, not giving a response since she heard the beating footsteps make there way away from her door. Turning back to Tinker, she rose her eyebrow.
"Maybe we'll be getting some answers? -Now, don't fiddle with your eye Tink, let it heal on its own. And no special remedies of yours. Salt water, rum or anything of the sort. And you will have to leave that eye patch off for a while so the wounds can close properly." she said, standing from the chair and reaching down to retrieve his bandanna from the floor. Setting it near his hand, she turned and pulled the chair back towards her desk before then reaching for her glass bottles to place them back in her cabinet. Turning to look back to Tinker, she watched as he gathered himself together slowly from the cot.
"You can always come back here. To rest." she said, pausing as she began to wipe her fingertips off with a clean and dry piece of cloth, "If you don't get much rest in your own sleeping quarters. I know how men can be. You boys stay up all hours of the night. Can't get enough of those swords and empty cups." a smile pulled at her lips, followed with a gentle laugh.
Walking towards a hanging mirror, she stood to take a glance at her reflection. Reaching for a white ribbon, she pulled her long red hair back with her fingers. Once she was able, she tired the ribbon around her hair, letting it secure her ponytail in place.
"Then again, I doubt you'd get much sleep here either. I know I don't." she spoke as she fiddled a bit with her hair, until it was out of her face. Patting her hands down along her waist, she turned to look to Tinker, "Coming?" she asked, reached for her door and pulling it open.
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It was night before Captain Ruddha made an appearance, he made his speech: "My beloved crew and my dearest friends, I'm sure you're all dying to know the reason behind this madness. I must admit, my conscious has grown heavy of late with the knowledge that you have followed me blindly into the dark with a loyalty that I cannot regard any less than astounding, while I remained shrouded in a veil of ambiguity like I've done my entire life. We've not been together five years, but still you stand by my side- by each other's sides- and I thank you for this. Never before have I met such a lovely group of people,experienced such a wildly cohesive ship dynamic. And I know I'm young, and I know I'm wet behind the ears, but it has to be true that, for pirates, we're awfully damned classy." A pause before he continued.
"This being said, I'm sure that we as a crew can do this. We're Ratgrins! Infamous in just a few years for being bigger, brighter, and better than the rest. You're all wondering why in bloody hell we needed to capture the princess for if not for ransom , I'm sure of it. I'm here to tell you that she is going to be the key to riches far beyond any that a silly country could give us and with a far grander adventure that a simple kidnapping. You see, our bright scholar Tommy and I have been researching in depth for the past five years- Actually, I'd been researching this since I was thirteen, and the person who'd given me most of my knowledge on it had been researching for fifty years- a certain subject. And we've finally pieced it all together, crew." He sighed, realizing he was rambling now more than anything.
"We've got the materials and the knowledge to venture out to El Dorado, the Lost City of Gold... Yes, I know, it sounds barking crazy. I assure you that it does exist and we could reach it. Up to our knees in gold, surrounded by pristine, Godly beauty- a paradise for all who are brave and clever enough to make it there. The city is waiting for people like us to come in and prosper. All throughout history, there's been hints recorded, clues leading anyone brave enough straight to the sanctuary. If we can prove ourselves worthy by getting pass all the obstacles in our way, we have a rightful place in their kingdom."
"Of course, we needn't stay there. We could visit, take all the gold we can carry aboard, and leave once more. Some might choose to stay, as I'd been told that men fall in love with themselves and the world upon entering, considering it's the closet thing to heaven there is on Earth. Don't you understand? This is an opportunity of a lifetime! It's the most spectacular gift anyone could ever ask for nipping at your toes."
"I am not forcing you into this. I want everyone to understand that because the pay off is so large, the risk is larger. Anyone who doesn't wish to continue can be dropped off in the Americas at a safe port where we'll never contact you again...Questions?"
All was quiet but for the guttering of a faint few torches that barely light the ship's deck. Soon a voice cried out, "Is that all?" It was Siegfried, "Geez, Captain, for a while there, I thought you were going to make us do something hard, like ransom her to the French or something. If all we gotta do's find El Dorado, that's no problem, right? Just look for the really shiny gold city, and try not to steal more than I can carry when we get there. Gotcha."[/i]
Kei strode to the front of the crowd of pirates and was about to put in her own opinion before one more suddenly spoke, the new girl or rather, the princess, "I'm with you Captain!" Kei gave a quick, rueful smile at being interrupted, though descided to let it pass as the girl hadn't known not to yet. Alas, she would learn, she would learn.
She started walking again, though most would call it gliding, "Captain," she said, bowing at the waist as was the custom of her people, "I have pledged to honor your authority and guidance when I took you as a captain." She stood and looked him in the eye, "I will honor that prom oath to the end, for the honor of my family, of myself, " Kei paused for just enough time to flash a smug grin, still holding eye contact, and continued, "And for the riches that are sure to come of it. These men you have on your crew are all honorable and loyal to you, we do not doubt you though you may be 'wet behind the ears'" she wasn't entirely sure what that ment but had a good idea, "We will follow you to the death and through storm and tribulation." Kei bowed once more, this time her right hand fisted over her heart, smile still in place, and retreated once more to the crowd.
"This being said, I'm sure that we as a crew can do this. We're Ratgrins! Infamous in just a few years for being bigger, brighter, and better than the rest. You're all wondering why in bloody hell we needed to capture the princess for if not for ransom , I'm sure of it. I'm here to tell you that she is going to be the key to riches far beyond any that a silly country could give us and with a far grander adventure that a simple kidnapping. You see, our bright scholar Tommy and I have been researching in depth for the past five years- Actually, I'd been researching this since I was thirteen, and the person who'd given me most of my knowledge on it had been researching for fifty years- a certain subject. And we've finally pieced it all together, crew." He sighed, realizing he was rambling now more than anything.
"We've got the materials and the knowledge to venture out to El Dorado, the Lost City of Gold... Yes, I know, it sounds barking crazy. I assure you that it does exist and we could reach it. Up to our knees in gold, surrounded by pristine, Godly beauty- a paradise for all who are brave and clever enough to make it there. The city is waiting for people like us to come in and prosper. All throughout history, there's been hints recorded, clues leading anyone brave enough straight to the sanctuary. If we can prove ourselves worthy by getting pass all the obstacles in our way, we have a rightful place in their kingdom."
"Of course, we needn't stay there. We could visit, take all the gold we can carry aboard, and leave once more. Some might choose to stay, as I'd been told that men fall in love with themselves and the world upon entering, considering it's the closet thing to heaven there is on Earth. Don't you understand? This is an opportunity of a lifetime! It's the most spectacular gift anyone could ever ask for nipping at your toes."
"I am not forcing you into this. I want everyone to understand that because the pay off is so large, the risk is larger. Anyone who doesn't wish to continue can be dropped off in the Americas at a safe port where we'll never contact you again...Questions?"
All was quiet but for the guttering of a faint few torches that barely light the ship's deck. Soon a voice cried out, "Is that all?" It was Siegfried, "Geez, Captain, for a while there, I thought you were going to make us do something hard, like ransom her to the French or something. If all we gotta do's find El Dorado, that's no problem, right? Just look for the really shiny gold city, and try not to steal more than I can carry when we get there. Gotcha."[/i]
Kei strode to the front of the crowd of pirates and was about to put in her own opinion before one more suddenly spoke, the new girl or rather, the princess, "I'm with you Captain!" Kei gave a quick, rueful smile at being interrupted, though descided to let it pass as the girl hadn't known not to yet. Alas, she would learn, she would learn.
She started walking again, though most would call it gliding, "Captain," she said, bowing at the waist as was the custom of her people, "I have pledged to honor your authority and guidance when I took you as a captain." She stood and looked him in the eye, "I will honor that prom oath to the end, for the honor of my family, of myself, " Kei paused for just enough time to flash a smug grin, still holding eye contact, and continued, "And for the riches that are sure to come of it. These men you have on your crew are all honorable and loyal to you, we do not doubt you though you may be 'wet behind the ears'" she wasn't entirely sure what that ment but had a good idea, "We will follow you to the death and through storm and tribulation." Kei bowed once more, this time her right hand fisted over her heart, smile still in place, and retreated once more to the crowd.
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"Well," Merryweather muttered rather caustically, "They're all taking this quite well, aren't they?" She knew the Captain and Atlas would be able to hear her, but she was well out of anyone else's earshot. She made no public reply; though she did note the different tones that the others took. Siegfried, she had always thought more savvy than just about anyone on the ship, though there was no simple way to prove it, because everything he did could so easily be the unintentional boon of an idiot. He was either one of the smartest people she'd ever met, or the most foolish, and she couldn't quite tell which.
Either way, his words seemed to break the spellbinding silence over the area, and to her surprise, it was the Princess, wearing someone else's ill-fitting clothes, who chimed next. Well done, Captain, she thought dryly, it seems even the hostage is on your side. Her teeth gritted, though such a small sign of strain would not be easily visible to anyone else. Halfway through Kei's declaration, Merryweather simply left. There was no great show about it, and indeed, she went as unnoticed as possible given her position, taking the side way of the helm area and down onto the main deck. She was behind the rest of the crew and up the rigging to the Crow's nest before any of them noticed, she was almost certain.
There was absolutely nowhere to be alone on the ship if you weren't important enough to have your own cabin as Tok, Atlas and Tiesa were. Up here was as close as she could get; at least Frenchie wasn't the sort to continually pester her or anything. Sometimes, she wondered if she bothered him, but believed truly that he would be blunt enough to say so if such were the case.
How could everyone just believe it like that? Well, okay, she wasn't entirely sure Siegfried believed what they'd been told, but the Princess almost surely did and even Kei seemed to take it seriously enough. Was logic completely beyond them all? It was a Mythical city constructed of bloody gold, for the love of Pythagoras! Didn't they know that chasing fables was how people got marooned in hostile territory and killed? Or how they sailed into storms after phantom gold and drowned? Why was every pirate such an idiot?
Squeezing her eyes shut, Merryweather made a solemn oath to herself. I will not cry. Not for those too foolish to save themselves. She just hoped nobody on the crew had anyone waiting for them anywhere. Not even a tavern wench and her silly little daughter. Because nobody should have to wait forever. Not when they won't come back. Not when you didn't come back.
Either way, his words seemed to break the spellbinding silence over the area, and to her surprise, it was the Princess, wearing someone else's ill-fitting clothes, who chimed next. Well done, Captain, she thought dryly, it seems even the hostage is on your side. Her teeth gritted, though such a small sign of strain would not be easily visible to anyone else. Halfway through Kei's declaration, Merryweather simply left. There was no great show about it, and indeed, she went as unnoticed as possible given her position, taking the side way of the helm area and down onto the main deck. She was behind the rest of the crew and up the rigging to the Crow's nest before any of them noticed, she was almost certain.
There was absolutely nowhere to be alone on the ship if you weren't important enough to have your own cabin as Tok, Atlas and Tiesa were. Up here was as close as she could get; at least Frenchie wasn't the sort to continually pester her or anything. Sometimes, she wondered if she bothered him, but believed truly that he would be blunt enough to say so if such were the case.
How could everyone just believe it like that? Well, okay, she wasn't entirely sure Siegfried believed what they'd been told, but the Princess almost surely did and even Kei seemed to take it seriously enough. Was logic completely beyond them all? It was a Mythical city constructed of bloody gold, for the love of Pythagoras! Didn't they know that chasing fables was how people got marooned in hostile territory and killed? Or how they sailed into storms after phantom gold and drowned? Why was every pirate such an idiot?
Squeezing her eyes shut, Merryweather made a solemn oath to herself. I will not cry. Not for those too foolish to save themselves. She just hoped nobody on the crew had anyone waiting for them anywhere. Not even a tavern wench and her silly little daughter. Because nobody should have to wait forever. Not when they won't come back. Not when you didn't come back.
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βIf only people had like-minds.β Tinker responded, a soft whisper that barely left his lips. Most didn't seem to think the same wayβmost looked on him, scowled and hissed at his indecent, disgusting scars. It was only in pirates that he'd found refuge from all of the judgemental comments and lingering stares. No pirate would judge a man by his scars, some even flaunted theirs. Common curtsey only lived in the confines of the ship, it seemed.
Only a scar? To speak so freely of his disfigurements, it was relieving. Heaving a sigh against the slopes of his palm, he felt Tiesa's fingers curl around his fingertips and gently move it away from his damaged eye. He eyed her curiously, noted how strange it was to take in the entire room without his eye patch obscuring his sight. Though his milky-white eye stared blindly, it felt freeing. It may have been her fluid, graceful movements that always set him off-guardβbarely giving him a chance to react, he always placidly allowed her to move him. Settling his hand at his side, he gave her a feigned sour look, which twisted into a small smile. Almost sheepish. As far as anyone else knew, it was impossible to embarrass the carpenter.
βScars are like tattoos, with better stories, my mother used to say.β He laughed, a tiny sound that faltered against the sweltering pain. He winced against the cool gauze dotting his clammy skin, it felt sorely good in spite of the random spikes of pain vibrating around his bruised eye. He didn't complain, and tried his best not to clamp his fluttering eyes closed. A small frown screwed up on his lips, it was soon replaced with a wry expression, and bemusement danced in his eyes. βA great flaw, at that,β He deftly commented, smirking his pearly whites. βIt's best to tread carefully. I trust Ruddah with my life, but I worry myself. I'm not sure why he's chosen to do things this way.β
Steeling himself, Tinker watched as Tiesa scooped up thick goop in her soft, forgiving fingers, and swathed it across his opened wounds He would have been lying if he said he'd felt nothing. His fingers twitched against the white sheets he was clutching, and he fought the urge to grab hold of Tiesa's hand to stop her from continuing. No, he never did very well in painful situationsβthough, he would still gladly dive headlong into the barrel of a rifle or the steel edge of a knife for most of his fellow crew mates. It was something that made him stupidly brave. Both an endearing and dangerous trait. The rapping of knuckles against the door made his eyes widen, though he made no movement to get up. The footsteps carried away in the opposite direction and he glanced up at Tiesa.
βMaybe you'll get some answers,β He corrected shortly. The unfamiliar sheepish smile playing on his beaten visage. Truthfully, he was in no shape to drag himself on the deck just to half-hear Ruddah's glorious speech. He would have loved to hear it but knew Siegfried, Allyson or Tiesa would let him know of the details after it was finished. Gesturing towards his blind eye, he sighed softly and held a hand over his heart, as if swearing a silent, unspoken vow. βI promise I'll keep my eye patch off my face, Doc,β He teased wryly. Followed by a harsh rack of coughs, which he smothered against his forearm. βI fear I'll have to miss his grandiose display. Just this once. Do let me know if we're kidnapping any Princes next.β He slowly forced himself to sit in the cot, leaned his back heavily on the wooden wall behind him and clutched the bandanna into his lap. No, he would stay for now. At least, until the room stopped swimming and he didn't feel like he was underwater.
βAnd watch out for Siegfried, I've had enough salt water for the day.β
Only a scar? To speak so freely of his disfigurements, it was relieving. Heaving a sigh against the slopes of his palm, he felt Tiesa's fingers curl around his fingertips and gently move it away from his damaged eye. He eyed her curiously, noted how strange it was to take in the entire room without his eye patch obscuring his sight. Though his milky-white eye stared blindly, it felt freeing. It may have been her fluid, graceful movements that always set him off-guardβbarely giving him a chance to react, he always placidly allowed her to move him. Settling his hand at his side, he gave her a feigned sour look, which twisted into a small smile. Almost sheepish. As far as anyone else knew, it was impossible to embarrass the carpenter.
βScars are like tattoos, with better stories, my mother used to say.β He laughed, a tiny sound that faltered against the sweltering pain. He winced against the cool gauze dotting his clammy skin, it felt sorely good in spite of the random spikes of pain vibrating around his bruised eye. He didn't complain, and tried his best not to clamp his fluttering eyes closed. A small frown screwed up on his lips, it was soon replaced with a wry expression, and bemusement danced in his eyes. βA great flaw, at that,β He deftly commented, smirking his pearly whites. βIt's best to tread carefully. I trust Ruddah with my life, but I worry myself. I'm not sure why he's chosen to do things this way.β
Steeling himself, Tinker watched as Tiesa scooped up thick goop in her soft, forgiving fingers, and swathed it across his opened wounds He would have been lying if he said he'd felt nothing. His fingers twitched against the white sheets he was clutching, and he fought the urge to grab hold of Tiesa's hand to stop her from continuing. No, he never did very well in painful situationsβthough, he would still gladly dive headlong into the barrel of a rifle or the steel edge of a knife for most of his fellow crew mates. It was something that made him stupidly brave. Both an endearing and dangerous trait. The rapping of knuckles against the door made his eyes widen, though he made no movement to get up. The footsteps carried away in the opposite direction and he glanced up at Tiesa.
βMaybe you'll get some answers,β He corrected shortly. The unfamiliar sheepish smile playing on his beaten visage. Truthfully, he was in no shape to drag himself on the deck just to half-hear Ruddah's glorious speech. He would have loved to hear it but knew Siegfried, Allyson or Tiesa would let him know of the details after it was finished. Gesturing towards his blind eye, he sighed softly and held a hand over his heart, as if swearing a silent, unspoken vow. βI promise I'll keep my eye patch off my face, Doc,β He teased wryly. Followed by a harsh rack of coughs, which he smothered against his forearm. βI fear I'll have to miss his grandiose display. Just this once. Do let me know if we're kidnapping any Princes next.β He slowly forced himself to sit in the cot, leaned his back heavily on the wooden wall behind him and clutched the bandanna into his lap. No, he would stay for now. At least, until the room stopped swimming and he didn't feel like he was underwater.
βAnd watch out for Siegfried, I've had enough salt water for the day.β
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Allyson was near the back of the crew, but she still listened to the captain, honestly it was quite a lot to take in, but with how well everyone else was taking this insane scheme it was not like she had a choice. Of course, the idea of a city of gold was veery tempting to say the least, if it was real the entire crew would be set for life. The only problem being getting there and getting out of there alive, and not ending up with everyone killing each other.
She did not say anything though, she simply continued to watch the meeting silently. *Interesting how quickly the princess has agreed.* That really was quite.. unusual, most people upon being kidnapped would probably be making a lot more of a fuss.
She did not say anything though, she simply continued to watch the meeting silently. *Interesting how quickly the princess has agreed.* That really was quite.. unusual, most people upon being kidnapped would probably be making a lot more of a fuss.
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1 ... 12, 13, 14by Averagebear on Sun Dec 12, 2010 4:45 pm
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OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!)
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Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Hey Average!
I dunno if you check this anymore (I imagine you don't have a lot of free time for it), but I just wanted to say that if you ever decide to start it up again, I would love to get a PM to that effect. I'm abandoning my character sheet for now to free up space and such, but I'm not abandoning in spirit, and still hold out hope that it will revive someday (because it was so much fun!)
I dunno if you check this anymore (I imagine you don't have a lot of free time for it), but I just wanted to say that if you ever decide to start it up again, I would love to get a PM to that effect. I'm abandoning my character sheet for now to free up space and such, but I'm not abandoning in spirit, and still hold out hope that it will revive someday (because it was so much fun!)
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
>_>
<_<
I dunno if anyone is still checking this out... but I'm gonna shamelessly advertise for my new RP Breathe Me. The link is in my siggie if you wanna check it out. :D
I miss you all, and this RP! Hope everything's going as well as it possibly can with everyone!
<_<
I dunno if anyone is still checking this out... but I'm gonna shamelessly advertise for my new RP Breathe Me. The link is in my siggie if you wanna check it out. :D
I miss you all, and this RP! Hope everything's going as well as it possibly can with everyone!
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
SAME HERE! My new puppy (>_>) decided eating my charge cord was somehow a good idea.
It was not.
But my wicked awesome fiance came through and ordered a new one that day! But waiting for the cord to get here was AWFUL! I am here now! Right now, I believe this may be the only RP I am in. I've been having an idea to write something solo, I'm working, and I'm in two seperate shows, one that is in another state. So bare with me if I take some time to reply!!!!
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It was not.
But my wicked awesome fiance came through and ordered a new one that day! But waiting for the cord to get here was AWFUL! I am here now! Right now, I believe this may be the only RP I am in. I've been having an idea to write something solo, I'm working, and I'm in two seperate shows, one that is in another state. So bare with me if I take some time to reply!!!!
:D
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Just posting to say that I am still around, life got a little busy but I will post, the timeskip was fine for me, heh.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
I am SO SORRY everyone I was in the hospital the past ... uh while? About idk how many days and I haven't been able to get a hold of a computer until now, I'll try to read and catch up soon.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Yay!!! I just have one problem....
Karri has not responded... >_> I was going to change Hermione's clothes... I may just act like she'd given some hand-me-downs or something.
I will PM her, but give me some time for a response, only because I don't want to god mode on anyone. :P
And I'm glad your back, Average. You have a strong heart. :)
Edit!!
If it seems like I god-moded Karri, lemme know! I did as much as I could without her. Karri hasn't been on for a couple of days and I couldn't wait any longer! :S:S:S:S
Just gimme a slap in the face if I over did it. :/
Karri has not responded... >_> I was going to change Hermione's clothes... I may just act like she'd given some hand-me-downs or something.
I will PM her, but give me some time for a response, only because I don't want to god mode on anyone. :P
And I'm glad your back, Average. You have a strong heart. :)
Edit!!
If it seems like I god-moded Karri, lemme know! I did as much as I could without her. Karri hasn't been on for a couple of days and I couldn't wait any longer! :S:S:S:S
Just gimme a slap in the face if I over did it. :/
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
It's great to hear from you, and of course all of our hearts go out to you and your little brother.
Go ahead and make the time skip. It's for the best anyway.
Go ahead and make the time skip. It's for the best anyway.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Thank you all so very much. As far as the health of my little brother goes, I'm afraid to say that he's been predicated to have a few months to live. When he does pass, I'll probably be gone for another week or so. I'm just giving you all a fair warning, hahaha. For right now, though, I'm alright and more than excited to roleplay. It's a great way to escape. :)
I'm planning on posting today. Would any of you mind if I did a tiny time skip to a few hours later when it's night time so that Tok can make his speech to the crew?
Again, I really appreciate you all keeping this roleplay alive in my absence and for all of your kind words.
I'm planning on posting today. Would any of you mind if I did a tiny time skip to a few hours later when it's night time so that Tok can make his speech to the crew?
Again, I really appreciate you all keeping this roleplay alive in my absence and for all of your kind words.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Thanks for giving me the update! I finally got my computer fixed (and a new cord to charge) so I should be ble to post soon enough... well as soon as I get an idea of where to put Kei
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Me and AB have already discussed the future tension that is going to exist between the captain and first mate, and all this would do is speed that process along. I don't think it'd be too out of the box, anyway.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Would it be possible to stage it so that AB can retcon it to say that Tok simply let Atlas give everyone the news, since he's less cerebral and more... I dunno how to put it... charismatic in the relatable sort of way? Of course, if AB decides that Tok wouldn't have wanted them to know quite yet, than it becomes something that Atlas did on his own, but that way we can move on while leaving Ab the choice, you know?
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
The big thing we're waiting on, unfortunately, is for the everyone on the pirate ship to know what's going on, and the captain's the one who really has to tell everyone. Obviously, we can't expect AB to post now. It's terrible what he and his family are going through now, an RP can hardly even be considered a priority. I think I may, in order to give everyone the opportunity to continue the RP, have Atlas pull a move and tell the crew himself. While not the most desired way of doing things, it'll help the RP get moving again, and is easily added into the RP once AB is able to get back on.
Would everyone be OK with that?
Would everyone be OK with that?
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
I know that some other users were unable to get on their accounts, and I'm wondering Aerial. He last visit was on the same day as the two others that had account problems. I guess all it took to get the accounts working again was to reset the password, so hopefully he will be able to get on soon.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Aerial(the guy playing elric) has been far less than responsive. I sent him a PM asking if he wished to continue the RP, but have yet to receive a reply. Hopefully something can be done about that.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Well, since then, we've had a few posts from our friends on the Spiteful in which they all sort of come to an accord: if I remember correctly, the deal is that Elric has to be under guard by willow when he's on deck, his presence is being recorded in several logs, and he pretty much has to stay in a cell for a while otherwise. But at least they sort of worked it out a little. Maybe. There's still tension, but the two males came to maybe understand each other a bit more, so yay Team Spiteful. (^_^)
After Tinker was unceremoniously dragged from unconsciousness and weird dreams, Tiesa came in and started to treat the poor guy, and Siegfried left to go out on deck. The big-shots- Tok, Atlas, and (lol) Merryweather- are still in their little strategy meeting, and the princess has come to the realization that she wants to go to El Dorado and have awesome adventures with cool pirate people, so she goes abovedeck to inform the Captain of this, but gets lost and chats with Sieg for a while.
That's pretty much where we are at, I believe. Posting has slowed some because a few people, especially Average, are dealing with very weighty real-life issues, but I'm pretty sure we're all just waiting in the wings, so to speak, and posting occasionally just to give each other something to read. ...Or at least that's what I'm doing. S'pose II can't well speak for anyone else and all.
After Tinker was unceremoniously dragged from unconsciousness and weird dreams, Tiesa came in and started to treat the poor guy, and Siegfried left to go out on deck. The big-shots- Tok, Atlas, and (lol) Merryweather- are still in their little strategy meeting, and the princess has come to the realization that she wants to go to El Dorado and have awesome adventures with cool pirate people, so she goes abovedeck to inform the Captain of this, but gets lost and chats with Sieg for a while.
That's pretty much where we are at, I believe. Posting has slowed some because a few people, especially Average, are dealing with very weighty real-life issues, but I'm pretty sure we're all just waiting in the wings, so to speak, and posting occasionally just to give each other something to read. ...Or at least that's what I'm doing. S'pose II can't well speak for anyone else and all.
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Siegfried splashing Tinker to wake him up, it was a while ago...
Re: OOC || Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado! || (O/A!
Uhm... where did you leave off reading?