Either way, it isn't going to be pleasant for a certain known-Pirate.
Rule number 102 of being a Gentleman Pirate: Always have an escape route
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Rule number 102 of being a Gentleman Pirate: Always have an escape route
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While I must admit I'm not the biggest fan of "Conga Line posting", I'll go with it for now. The world is getting more interesting with every post. ^-^
Also, should there be a fight scene that involves multiple characters, what will we do?
Also, should there be a fight scene that involves multiple characters, what will we do?
Hmm...
I'll put a tentative interest in this. The last two plot idea seem interesting.
I will admit however, I have very little experience in 1x1 RPs but I am a faithful RPer xD
I'll put a tentative interest in this. The last two plot idea seem interesting.
I will admit however, I have very little experience in 1x1 RPs but I am a faithful RPer xD
I hath posted :D
-Hums pirate tunes in the background-
-Hums pirate tunes in the background-
1230 Hours
Sailing in on a tiny airship dinghy, Edoric Thatch held his rough, brown hair aimed towards the sky with the pride that one would expect from the admiral of a Leviathan-Class Battleship. Tall and charming, the air of adventure (if not recklessness) hung about him as his black eyes, full of pride and confidence, looked towards the future. The wind gently blew his two Steambreaker swords against his legs like kittens playing with a hanging thread. Enjoying the days of his youth, the pirate captain laughed to himself as he took a sip of kumis.
In other words, he was completely fucking delusional. The tiny barely-airworthy airship gently drifted towards the airship dock with the grace of a duck who’d been given a bullet to his feathery bits. Edoric ignored the fact the balloon was slowly leaking and his ship was sinking in the air.
While others would brand him as a pirate, he prefer the term Gentleman Pirate. Dressed like both a noble and a airship pirate, he held himself to the “Rules of being a Gentleman Pirate.” No one knew how many rules there were and if it was just another thing he could make up on the spot.
“Rule number 41 of being a gentleman pirate your head high.”
At the age of 25, he had build himself quite a formidable resume of piracy. His crack shot aiming gave birth to tales of him being able to take out engines from a mile away. His sword spun stories of him capturing ship by beating the entire crew by himself. His magical banana on the other hand… Edoric said that he was still working on a book for that.
Reaching the outstretched dock of the Airship Dock, he began throwing assorted objects into a large wooden chest. Tool kits, spare bullets, extra clothing, his collection of pictures of various gravure idols and pin-up girls, the magically frozen banana sometimes used as a weapon, and a bucket of paint amongst other things.
“Excuse me, are you going to pay-“ the Harbor master began only to be cut off by Edoric.
“Oh, mind helping me lift this?” Edoric slammed the top of the chest down.
The Harbormaster gave him an eye, “Excuse me, I am the Harbormaster, not some docile servant?”
Edoric jumped up on to the floating dock, curiously looking at the planks wobble as he landed on it like a child. After hopping on the wood a bit more as if to test it, he turned to the old Harbormaster and said, “Correct. You are not a docile servant, but a senile old man slaving away for someone else I suppose.”
“W-w-why you…” the old man’s face wrinkled even more then it already was as he turned a lovely shade of purple.
“I would recommend you to change your career, perhaps a goat herder?” Edoric stole a cart from a passing couple, “I hear goats are all the rage these days.”
The old Harbormaster stormed off as Edoric hauled his chest on to the flatbed cart. The old wooden create had seen a long life with the thin dinghy, Edoric almost felt like he was separating a family, but he had no family to compare the feeling too.
“Sir, you must pay the docking fee.” Edoric felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw the face of a younger, but sterner man dressed in the same manner as the old man from before who was now standing behind the new serious man, a smug look hung on his face.
Edoric ignored the duo and pushed his cart forward, waving the men off, “I haven’t heard of any docking fee.”
“Sir, you have an airship parked on this dock, do you not?” the man’s voice was flooded with anger and annoyance as he pointed to the tiny dinghy that seemed to be sinking even at the dock.
Edoric stopped in his tracks and with speed that could make birds jealous, he spun around on the heel of his boot. His long coat swept up in the wind and revealed two flintlock pistols in holsters that would otherwise be hidden. One single, swift motion of his hands and one of the pistols now found comfort in his hand. With the crack of the gunpowder, the tiny airship’s engine exploded, Edoric shot is own vessel.
“What vessel do you speak of?” Edoric asked as the cabin of the airship plummet to the ground below in a fireball as the hydrogen in the balloon caught fire. The two men stared in disbelief at the fireball and the ensuing chaos below.
Edoric continued to push his chest on the cart down the jetty as he smiled. His feats of marksmanship were made possible by the magical artifact occupying what would have been his right eye, Black Cat’s Eye. It was something he had been forcibly given in his childhood after loosing his eye to an airship accident. While it did hurt when it was put in, it gave him many wondrous abilities:
He poked it with his finger, he could feel it tick and move on its own in his head and the gentle warmth of magic as he resumed walking with his chest, “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me.”
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1300 hours
Edoric walked down the cobbled road as the tavern came into view, his chest of goodies safely stored away. He had been told that he could find shipmates to help him on his journey and Edoric decide to waste little time venturing to this city. It was humble little place, not too much to show on the outside. But as Edoric came to learn form raiding merchant ships, the outside doesn't have to be fancy for the inside to be filled with goodies.
He slowly trotted down the path and allowed himself into the fine establishment. The smell of an open flame filled his nose and the scent of alcohol soon followed. People of all sorts of background and status filled the seats and tables, Edoric spotted a few who seemed capable of operating an airship or knew how to fight. They drank to themselves or gambled away the coins. One elf even sat in the corner, ominously staring from the corner as he threateningly sharpened a quiver of arrows. Jumping up on to a wooden table, he thought to himself, Rule number 106 of being a gentleman pirate, know how to make an entrance.
He fired off his two pistols into the roof to attract everyone attention, “Heeelllloooo everyone, I’m wondering if any of you fine fellows would like to embark on a journey with Captain Edoric Thatch. I’m sure many of you have heard of my exploits.”
Edoric bowed and smiled, perhaps he would be able to find it this time, the lost treasure he had been seeking the last decade, the Iron Cage of Golden Sun.
Sailing in on a tiny airship dinghy, Edoric Thatch held his rough, brown hair aimed towards the sky with the pride that one would expect from the admiral of a Leviathan-Class Battleship. Tall and charming, the air of adventure (if not recklessness) hung about him as his black eyes, full of pride and confidence, looked towards the future. The wind gently blew his two Steambreaker swords against his legs like kittens playing with a hanging thread. Enjoying the days of his youth, the pirate captain laughed to himself as he took a sip of kumis.
In other words, he was completely fucking delusional. The tiny barely-airworthy airship gently drifted towards the airship dock with the grace of a duck who’d been given a bullet to his feathery bits. Edoric ignored the fact the balloon was slowly leaking and his ship was sinking in the air.
While others would brand him as a pirate, he prefer the term Gentleman Pirate. Dressed like both a noble and a airship pirate, he held himself to the “Rules of being a Gentleman Pirate.” No one knew how many rules there were and if it was just another thing he could make up on the spot.
“Rule number 41 of being a gentleman pirate your head high.”
At the age of 25, he had build himself quite a formidable resume of piracy. His crack shot aiming gave birth to tales of him being able to take out engines from a mile away. His sword spun stories of him capturing ship by beating the entire crew by himself. His magical banana on the other hand… Edoric said that he was still working on a book for that.
Reaching the outstretched dock of the Airship Dock, he began throwing assorted objects into a large wooden chest. Tool kits, spare bullets, extra clothing, his collection of pictures of various gravure idols and pin-up girls, the magically frozen banana sometimes used as a weapon, and a bucket of paint amongst other things.
“Excuse me, are you going to pay-“ the Harbor master began only to be cut off by Edoric.
“Oh, mind helping me lift this?” Edoric slammed the top of the chest down.
The Harbormaster gave him an eye, “Excuse me, I am the Harbormaster, not some docile servant?”
Edoric jumped up on to the floating dock, curiously looking at the planks wobble as he landed on it like a child. After hopping on the wood a bit more as if to test it, he turned to the old Harbormaster and said, “Correct. You are not a docile servant, but a senile old man slaving away for someone else I suppose.”
“W-w-why you…” the old man’s face wrinkled even more then it already was as he turned a lovely shade of purple.
“I would recommend you to change your career, perhaps a goat herder?” Edoric stole a cart from a passing couple, “I hear goats are all the rage these days.”
The old Harbormaster stormed off as Edoric hauled his chest on to the flatbed cart. The old wooden create had seen a long life with the thin dinghy, Edoric almost felt like he was separating a family, but he had no family to compare the feeling too.
“Sir, you must pay the docking fee.” Edoric felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw the face of a younger, but sterner man dressed in the same manner as the old man from before who was now standing behind the new serious man, a smug look hung on his face.
Edoric ignored the duo and pushed his cart forward, waving the men off, “I haven’t heard of any docking fee.”
“Sir, you have an airship parked on this dock, do you not?” the man’s voice was flooded with anger and annoyance as he pointed to the tiny dinghy that seemed to be sinking even at the dock.
Edoric stopped in his tracks and with speed that could make birds jealous, he spun around on the heel of his boot. His long coat swept up in the wind and revealed two flintlock pistols in holsters that would otherwise be hidden. One single, swift motion of his hands and one of the pistols now found comfort in his hand. With the crack of the gunpowder, the tiny airship’s engine exploded, Edoric shot is own vessel.
“What vessel do you speak of?” Edoric asked as the cabin of the airship plummet to the ground below in a fireball as the hydrogen in the balloon caught fire. The two men stared in disbelief at the fireball and the ensuing chaos below.
Edoric continued to push his chest on the cart down the jetty as he smiled. His feats of marksmanship were made possible by the magical artifact occupying what would have been his right eye, Black Cat’s Eye. It was something he had been forcibly given in his childhood after loosing his eye to an airship accident. While it did hurt when it was put in, it gave him many wondrous abilities:
He poked it with his finger, he could feel it tick and move on its own in his head and the gentle warmth of magic as he resumed walking with his chest, “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me.”
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1300 hours
Edoric walked down the cobbled road as the tavern came into view, his chest of goodies safely stored away. He had been told that he could find shipmates to help him on his journey and Edoric decide to waste little time venturing to this city. It was humble little place, not too much to show on the outside. But as Edoric came to learn form raiding merchant ships, the outside doesn't have to be fancy for the inside to be filled with goodies.
He slowly trotted down the path and allowed himself into the fine establishment. The smell of an open flame filled his nose and the scent of alcohol soon followed. People of all sorts of background and status filled the seats and tables, Edoric spotted a few who seemed capable of operating an airship or knew how to fight. They drank to themselves or gambled away the coins. One elf even sat in the corner, ominously staring from the corner as he threateningly sharpened a quiver of arrows. Jumping up on to a wooden table, he thought to himself, Rule number 106 of being a gentleman pirate, know how to make an entrance.
He fired off his two pistols into the roof to attract everyone attention, “Heeelllloooo everyone, I’m wondering if any of you fine fellows would like to embark on a journey with Captain Edoric Thatch. I’m sure many of you have heard of my exploits.”
Edoric bowed and smiled, perhaps he would be able to find it this time, the lost treasure he had been seeking the last decade, the Iron Cage of Golden Sun.
Anderson sat at his desk, his monitors flashing all sorts of windows. He was starting a new operation and with each start came requirements and rules. Pieces had to be played, pawns to be moved forwards, strategies whose groundwork had to be laid. There were cards to be played, agents to inform and rules to break.
"Katyusha, Edelweiss, do you copy?" Anderson spoke into his headset.
"Ja, Komandir."
"Yes nii."
"Are you two covering the advance of our friends?" Anderson began sending messages to his agents across his network of contacts. Blackmail here, a "disappearance" there, some well placed bribes over there and well-connected individuals elsewhere ensured that Anderson always stayed within the loop if not several steps ahead of it. There was not place that wasn't some how connected to Anderson in this city.
"Everything ready?" Anderson said after the two gave their approvals, "Link, Start!"
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"Everyone, move out and surround the school, ain't not one of these idiots gettin' out today!" the Skill-Out commander roared as the collation of Skill-Out and Clowns moved in, "And you Clowns better not be thinkin' of rapin' anyone just yet. Get them to the warehouse first! Now, fire!"
With that order, homemade mortars and smuggled in and all manner of explosive devises where launched at Kirigoka Academy. As hellfire rained down on the buildings, Skill-Out and Clowns alike rushed into the school, chaos ensued as the building began to crumble under the weight of explosive ordinance and the armed thugs zerg rushed the school. Not even the school's own espers could protect their weaker classmates. Through all the smoke and violence, the one thing anyone with a good eye and enough time to look was the symbol on all of their weapons the, the Apple of Eden, the symbol of Coercion.
"Oh no, she's evil, she made me kill my parents." Kazeno nonchalantly said as if he was speaking about grocery prices, "She also why I can use magic."
While Kazeno was all fine and dandy about this, Chi Ni was scared out of her mind, already managing to construct a ghostly WW2 bunker behind Kazeno, equipped with period weapons and one scared ghost girl, "Ne ne... Kazeno-san... umm... Can you please get her to leave?"
Kazeno sighed as he dragged Chi Ni out of her bunker through the opening, causing the entire structure to disappear.
"See? Here she is." Kazeno held her arm up as Chi Ni freaked out, kicking and fidgeting every which way like a roasted duck hanging in front of an especially powerful fan.
"Katyusha, Edelweiss, do you copy?" Anderson spoke into his headset.
"Ja, Komandir."
"Yes nii."
"Are you two covering the advance of our friends?" Anderson began sending messages to his agents across his network of contacts. Blackmail here, a "disappearance" there, some well placed bribes over there and well-connected individuals elsewhere ensured that Anderson always stayed within the loop if not several steps ahead of it. There was not place that wasn't some how connected to Anderson in this city.
"Everything ready?" Anderson said after the two gave their approvals, "Link, Start!"
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"Everyone, move out and surround the school, ain't not one of these idiots gettin' out today!" the Skill-Out commander roared as the collation of Skill-Out and Clowns moved in, "And you Clowns better not be thinkin' of rapin' anyone just yet. Get them to the warehouse first! Now, fire!"
With that order, homemade mortars and smuggled in and all manner of explosive devises where launched at Kirigoka Academy. As hellfire rained down on the buildings, Skill-Out and Clowns alike rushed into the school, chaos ensued as the building began to crumble under the weight of explosive ordinance and the armed thugs zerg rushed the school. Not even the school's own espers could protect their weaker classmates. Through all the smoke and violence, the one thing anyone with a good eye and enough time to look was the symbol on all of their weapons the, the Apple of Eden, the symbol of Coercion.
"Oh no, she's evil, she made me kill my parents." Kazeno nonchalantly said as if he was speaking about grocery prices, "She also why I can use magic."
While Kazeno was all fine and dandy about this, Chi Ni was scared out of her mind, already managing to construct a ghostly WW2 bunker behind Kazeno, equipped with period weapons and one scared ghost girl, "Ne ne... Kazeno-san... umm... Can you please get her to leave?"
Kazeno sighed as he dragged Chi Ni out of her bunker through the opening, causing the entire structure to disappear.
"See? Here she is." Kazeno held her arm up as Chi Ni freaked out, kicking and fidgeting every which way like a roasted duck hanging in front of an especially powerful fan.
@Kurai Assassin Its Noragami
hmm... seems interesting.
Count me in mate :D
Count me in mate :D
"No, no, You're right." Kazeno corrected the girl, "There's foreign spirt in me who compels me to do stupid stuff. Her name is Chi Ni."
"He's lying!" Chi Ni poked her head out and then realized her mistake, "Shit."
Everything went silent as Tsukuyomi stared at the two. Nothing broke the silence, not even Paragade's questioning quacks as he examined the bread in the girl's hand. For the first time in a long time, Chi Ni was reminded was fear was as she realized she had proven her existence to someone who could remove her.
"Help me Kazeno-san!" She cried as she hide behind the boy's back.
@Suku
"Anderson-sama~" the lips came in closer to Anderson as a hand met them.
"Sakura-chan." Anderson's voice had a hint of annoyance, "Stop treating me like a little brother!"
Anderson roared as he threw the person across his dorm room and on to his bed. He knew who it was, Honda Sakura, one of four RE_Birth assassins under his command. Like the rest, she was incredibly deadly, once a child error who was a test subject the graceful black haired beauty had the reaction time needed to cut bullets in mid-air. And just like the rest, she was weird as hell.
"So mean Anderson-sama. Sniffle." Sakura gracefully flipped through the air and landed in a kneeling posture on the bed, "Don't you care about Sakura onee-chan?"
"You aren't my onee-chan." In one felt swoop, Anderson broke Sakura's heart.
"You're so mean! Anderson-sama!" Sakura pretend to cry and pout. However, her acting was noticibly off today and not fooling anyone.
"What's with all the noise?" A voice rang out from the bathroom, "I'm tryin' to take a shower here! Hello?"
"Its nothing Amelia, its just Sakura being an idiot again." Anderson called as he sat at his desk, the lean black rectangle on his desk sprung to life and three monitors folded out, all connect to the central screen.
Amelia Jones was another one of RE_Birth's assassin. Hailing from America, she was also an orphan who a large medical corperation used as test subject in various types of drugs. When Anderson's mother sucessfully took control of the company through her puppets, she gave Ameila and several other girls as slaves to Anderson for a birthday present. Anderson, after sending his mother another bag of cherry pits and most of the girls back, took a liking to Amelia's attitude and sent her to train as a hitman.
Her training had turned her from a little girl to a lady who could carry around an auto-cannon and still be quick as a fox. Somewhere along the way, wither by all the drugs she had been used to test or by genetics, her bust size increased expodentionally and intrigued Anderson's teenaged mind to no end, annoying Anderson himself to no end.
"Where's Edelweiss and Katyusha?" Anderson called out to Amelia as he begain opening windows on his computer.
"Pft, hell if I knew." Amelia turned off the shower and walked out wrapped in a towel, "Is Sakura going to be okay?" Amelia poked the Japanese girl as she sat on the bed, actually crying.
"Don't worry, she'll return to her normal self in about 3... 2... 1..."
Sakura shot straight up, her tears magically erased themselves from her face, "I have something important to do!"
Without fail, she stood up and smacked her head in the wall, knocking herself out, alarming her teammate.
"An-AN-Anderson! What the hell did she do?" Amelia shook Anderson in his chair.
"She's taking a nap. The only way for her to sleep is to knock herself out. Don't worry, what ever brain damage she takes won't be enough to do anything to her."
Jack walked out an alley, his chest binding hurt more then usual. He need to find something to eat, he hadn't eaten much since he Shia Surprised the school. Perhaps the blood dust thing affect his metabolism?
As he continued to walk the maze of back alleys and dark shadows, he felt something moving around him. Clowns
"Lookie what we have here~" one of the Skinhead sang as more of his comrades grew from the shadows, "Aren't you lost-"
"Shut the hell up, I have no time to waste on shit like you." Jack interrupted them and stomped his foot on the ground.
Huge stone spikes erected themselves from the ground, impaling all the clowns in that generate direction. More spilled out from other places and dropped to the ground level. Jack, unamused, slammed his fist into the ground. A wave of dirt and clay towered over the Clowns as they were buried in seconds.
Jack spit on a limb that hadn't been submerged by the earth. As he walked away, acting as if nothing had happened, the stone spikes and dirt slowly sank back into the ground, taking there victims with them. They would be buried here with no one to send them off, no one to visit their grave, no one to care about their existence.
It almost struck a familiar cord in Jack before he himself disappeared into the ground to tunnel himself elsewhere, "What is it humans love the most?"
"He's lying!" Chi Ni poked her head out and then realized her mistake, "Shit."
Everything went silent as Tsukuyomi stared at the two. Nothing broke the silence, not even Paragade's questioning quacks as he examined the bread in the girl's hand. For the first time in a long time, Chi Ni was reminded was fear was as she realized she had proven her existence to someone who could remove her.
"Help me Kazeno-san!" She cried as she hide behind the boy's back.
@Suku
"Anderson-sama~" the lips came in closer to Anderson as a hand met them.
"Sakura-chan." Anderson's voice had a hint of annoyance, "Stop treating me like a little brother!"
Anderson roared as he threw the person across his dorm room and on to his bed. He knew who it was, Honda Sakura, one of four RE_Birth assassins under his command. Like the rest, she was incredibly deadly, once a child error who was a test subject the graceful black haired beauty had the reaction time needed to cut bullets in mid-air. And just like the rest, she was weird as hell.
"So mean Anderson-sama. Sniffle." Sakura gracefully flipped through the air and landed in a kneeling posture on the bed, "Don't you care about Sakura onee-chan?"
"You aren't my onee-chan." In one felt swoop, Anderson broke Sakura's heart.
"You're so mean! Anderson-sama!" Sakura pretend to cry and pout. However, her acting was noticibly off today and not fooling anyone.
"What's with all the noise?" A voice rang out from the bathroom, "I'm tryin' to take a shower here! Hello?"
"Its nothing Amelia, its just Sakura being an idiot again." Anderson called as he sat at his desk, the lean black rectangle on his desk sprung to life and three monitors folded out, all connect to the central screen.
Amelia Jones was another one of RE_Birth's assassin. Hailing from America, she was also an orphan who a large medical corperation used as test subject in various types of drugs. When Anderson's mother sucessfully took control of the company through her puppets, she gave Ameila and several other girls as slaves to Anderson for a birthday present. Anderson, after sending his mother another bag of cherry pits and most of the girls back, took a liking to Amelia's attitude and sent her to train as a hitman.
Her training had turned her from a little girl to a lady who could carry around an auto-cannon and still be quick as a fox. Somewhere along the way, wither by all the drugs she had been used to test or by genetics, her bust size increased expodentionally and intrigued Anderson's teenaged mind to no end, annoying Anderson himself to no end.
"Where's Edelweiss and Katyusha?" Anderson called out to Amelia as he begain opening windows on his computer.
"Pft, hell if I knew." Amelia turned off the shower and walked out wrapped in a towel, "Is Sakura going to be okay?" Amelia poked the Japanese girl as she sat on the bed, actually crying.
"Don't worry, she'll return to her normal self in about 3... 2... 1..."
Sakura shot straight up, her tears magically erased themselves from her face, "I have something important to do!"
Without fail, she stood up and smacked her head in the wall, knocking herself out, alarming her teammate.
"An-AN-Anderson! What the hell did she do?" Amelia shook Anderson in his chair.
"She's taking a nap. The only way for her to sleep is to knock herself out. Don't worry, what ever brain damage she takes won't be enough to do anything to her."
Jack walked out an alley, his chest binding hurt more then usual. He need to find something to eat, he hadn't eaten much since he Shia Surprised the school. Perhaps the blood dust thing affect his metabolism?
As he continued to walk the maze of back alleys and dark shadows, he felt something moving around him. Clowns
"Lookie what we have here~" one of the Skinhead sang as more of his comrades grew from the shadows, "Aren't you lost-"
"Shut the hell up, I have no time to waste on shit like you." Jack interrupted them and stomped his foot on the ground.
Huge stone spikes erected themselves from the ground, impaling all the clowns in that generate direction. More spilled out from other places and dropped to the ground level. Jack, unamused, slammed his fist into the ground. A wave of dirt and clay towered over the Clowns as they were buried in seconds.
Jack spit on a limb that hadn't been submerged by the earth. As he walked away, acting as if nothing had happened, the stone spikes and dirt slowly sank back into the ground, taking there victims with them. They would be buried here with no one to send them off, no one to visit their grave, no one to care about their existence.
It almost struck a familiar cord in Jack before he himself disappeared into the ground to tunnel himself elsewhere, "What is it humans love the most?"
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