At Margaret’s words, Ivor was broken from his thoughts, looking around. Sure enough, the black mass sailed quietly behind them, seemingly unaware of their presence. It was definitely a ship, but one sailing about in the blackness like this was a bit unusual, especially without any lights. It was trying to hide...but why? It certainly wouldn’t be able to dock without running into trouble with the ruckus that Ivorio and Margaret had started up.
Moving the little rowboat aside, he tried to guess where the edge of the ship was, before tossing out a hook, which latched onto the back edge of the boat with a thump. Ivor held his breath, waiting for the possibility of someone noticing, but there was only silence. Eventually, the rope connecting the hook and Ivor’s body became taught, and the rowboat began to be dragged along by the other vessel. Ivor lowered himself, bracing between the boats seats so that he could properly anchor the vessel as it was dragged along.
Ivor motioned for Margaret to keep silent as they went along, being dragged by the larger boat. It seemed to be ignoring the patrolled shores, instead heading directly to a cliff side. Ivor couldn’t get a look due to both the ship in the way and the darkness, but as the ship got closer, he began to get worried. However, the boat didn’t collide with any rock: rather, it went through one of the arches in the stone, going underneath the rocky island. It wasn’t dark for much longer, when the ship lit some lanterns to guide their way in the caverns. The rocky tunnels had a number of alternate paths, which could no doubt lead to dead ends, or inescapable wave pools, so Ivor prayed that they wouldn’t be noticed until they were in a safe place. Turning to Margaret, he asked quietly, "Any ideas as to what's down here?"
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As Margaret tried to get up, Ivor reached one of his long hands out, pushing her down from the top of her head, nodding, “Yeah, no. Rest already, you aren’t going to heal that way.” Readjusting the grip on his oar, he said, “Besides, the slower we go, the more likely they’ll get lax...”
Giving his arms a workout, Ivorio maneuver his way back to the island, the sky getting darker as he moved. On one hand, it was going to be harder for them to get spotted, but on the other, if there was a rock or something near the shore, spotting it wasn’t going to be easy. However, as they got closer to the island, Ivorio could see dots of light around the coast: no doubt Marines still on the lookout for them. Ivor grinned as he used their light to move around the coastline without needing to worry about hitting it. Between their light and the star and moonlight up above, partially covered by clouds, they were capable of getting around just fine. The cliffs were easy to spot too: they weren’t being patrolled, but their silhouettes against the night sky were plain. Ivor didn’t want to risk climbing them in the darkness though: getting up with Margaret would be risky, and getting up himself risked bringing boulders down atop them.
As they got closer to the area indicated by Margaret, Ivor couldn’t help but notice that there were Marines there too: perhaps in taking so long, he’d given the soldiers a chance to spread out. It was definitely a mistake on his part. As he watched the shore, considering a fight, he failed to notice something moving in the darkness behind their little rowboat, a large silhouette slowly moving towards a nearby, untouched cliff side.
Giving his arms a workout, Ivorio maneuver his way back to the island, the sky getting darker as he moved. On one hand, it was going to be harder for them to get spotted, but on the other, if there was a rock or something near the shore, spotting it wasn’t going to be easy. However, as they got closer to the island, Ivorio could see dots of light around the coast: no doubt Marines still on the lookout for them. Ivor grinned as he used their light to move around the coastline without needing to worry about hitting it. Between their light and the star and moonlight up above, partially covered by clouds, they were capable of getting around just fine. The cliffs were easy to spot too: they weren’t being patrolled, but their silhouettes against the night sky were plain. Ivor didn’t want to risk climbing them in the darkness though: getting up with Margaret would be risky, and getting up himself risked bringing boulders down atop them.
As they got closer to the area indicated by Margaret, Ivor couldn’t help but notice that there were Marines there too: perhaps in taking so long, he’d given the soldiers a chance to spread out. It was definitely a mistake on his part. As he watched the shore, considering a fight, he failed to notice something moving in the darkness behind their little rowboat, a large silhouette slowly moving towards a nearby, untouched cliff side.
As the small rowboat left the harbor, Ivor piloted it, taking it out into the open sea. As he made his way away from the base, he got a look at the surrounding area. The base seemed to be on a plateau at the edge of Lebara Island, which was rocky, having a number of cliffs and rock formations supporting the town, dark spots underneath warning of dangerous caves. As he maneuvered away, he took in a few landmarks, figuring it might be best for things to cool down before they tried to make land, but as the sun sank, he headed away from the island, and any pursuit, for now.
As they drifted in the sea, the island being little more than a dot in the distance, lit up by the town on its mass, Ivor looked up as Margaret touted their accomplishment. As she finished, she began to fall, and Ivorio hopped up, grabbing her by the arm and setting her down safely. They couldn’t stay like this, he soon realized: it was too dangerous. Neither of them could swim, and Margaret could barely even move.
Steeling himself, Ivor began to row back to the island: they needed some form of help in one way or another. He was hoping to spend the night out here, but it was far too risky, they needed land, and the only option was Lebara. Turning back to Margaret as he rowed, Ivorio asked, “How do you think you’re gonna be able to hold up? I don’t know if finding help will be so easy.”
As they drifted in the sea, the island being little more than a dot in the distance, lit up by the town on its mass, Ivor looked up as Margaret touted their accomplishment. As she finished, she began to fall, and Ivorio hopped up, grabbing her by the arm and setting her down safely. They couldn’t stay like this, he soon realized: it was too dangerous. Neither of them could swim, and Margaret could barely even move.
Steeling himself, Ivor began to row back to the island: they needed some form of help in one way or another. He was hoping to spend the night out here, but it was far too risky, they needed land, and the only option was Lebara. Turning back to Margaret as he rowed, Ivorio asked, “How do you think you’re gonna be able to hold up? I don’t know if finding help will be so easy.”
Bluh bluh, work schedule. Sorry. /:
As Margaret kept the heat off of them (figuratively), Ivorio rushed off to the boats. There were a few stragglers, which Ivorio quickly dispatched with the toss of a few hooks. Finally reaching one of the middling sized ships, he found it mostly abandoned. Tearing across the deck, he found a lifeboat at the edge. Moving as quick as he could, he stopped by the boat, holding up his fingers. Small hooks began to sprout from his fingertips, but didn’t extend outside of his skin more than the point. When all of his fingers were crowned in the sharp points, he used his fingers to slash at the ropes, muttering, “Hook Hook Talons!” As the lifeboat crashed to the water below, he hopped down, chortling to himself, "No one heard that you dumbass.”
Finding an oar underneath the seats, he took the spot at the back of the boat and paddled into the open. Calling out to the docks, he said, “Hey, Wolfbane! Get your butt over here we’re leaving!”
On the opposite side of the base’s dock, on a higher platform, the bearded Captain Muscovy stepped out, overlooking the area, spotting the chaos on the other side. He grumbled, “Two Fruit users...they’re quite strong. At this rate they’ll escape but...they can’t go far.” Waving his hand, he ordered, “Order the nearest gunner squads to aim for that boat! If they escape, have some other squadrons blanket the coasts. I don’t want so much as a piece of driftwood to land without me knowing!” As his orders were relayed, he began to make his way slowly, but surely, to the opening of the harbor. He hadn’t paid much attention to Ivor, so he wanted a good look at his two escapees...
Finding an oar underneath the seats, he took the spot at the back of the boat and paddled into the open. Calling out to the docks, he said, “Hey, Wolfbane! Get your butt over here we’re leaving!”
On the opposite side of the base’s dock, on a higher platform, the bearded Captain Muscovy stepped out, overlooking the area, spotting the chaos on the other side. He grumbled, “Two Fruit users...they’re quite strong. At this rate they’ll escape but...they can’t go far.” Waving his hand, he ordered, “Order the nearest gunner squads to aim for that boat! If they escape, have some other squadrons blanket the coasts. I don’t want so much as a piece of driftwood to land without me knowing!” As his orders were relayed, he began to make his way slowly, but surely, to the opening of the harbor. He hadn’t paid much attention to Ivor, so he wanted a good look at his two escapees...
Nodding, Ivor led the way, moving closer to the docks. Looking over the ships, he noted, “That one with the pirate sails seems smallest, but I don’t think we can use it. But yeah, a lifeboat from one of the bigger ones seems doable...” Looking around, continuing to lash out with his hooks if need be, he figured charging the battleship wasn’t a good idea, so grabbing a lifeboat off one of the smaller ones seemed to be he plan. However, even if they did get out on the lifeboat, they were still Fruit users risking an ocean without even a drop of water. They wouldn’t be able to go far.
As they reached the ground level, Ivor threw out a hook, snagging a rifle from the hands of one Marine, pulling it by the trigger guard. Looking at it, he said, “Hey, this is a flintlock rifle, so I think if you took off this cover somehow, you could make sparks. What’s the plan?” Before Margaret could answer, a bullet whizzed dangerously close. Grumbling, Ivor grew a hook from his wrist, one much larger than the others. It took several seconds to form, and needed some helping along in the form of Ivor pulling it out. Once it was free, he began to swing it over his head, suggesting, “I’ll cover you.”
As they reached the ground level, Ivor threw out a hook, snagging a rifle from the hands of one Marine, pulling it by the trigger guard. Looking at it, he said, “Hey, this is a flintlock rifle, so I think if you took off this cover somehow, you could make sparks. What’s the plan?” Before Margaret could answer, a bullet whizzed dangerously close. Grumbling, Ivor grew a hook from his wrist, one much larger than the others. It took several seconds to form, and needed some helping along in the form of Ivor pulling it out. Once it was free, he began to swing it over his head, suggesting, “I’ll cover you.”
As the alarm sounded, Ivorio shrugged, noting, “It’s fine, we’re almost there anyway.” Reaching the door, he muttered, “Wish I had my clothes, but whatever...” Stopping by the door, he said, “You hang back for a sec and get a breather, I’ll clear the way a little, just in case. I’ll call for you in a bit.”
Satisfied that he was clear, Ivorio kicked open the door, ducking as he went in, stepping into the harbor. It was partially open to the outside, the ceiling high above where more of the base was. Wooden flooring was split throughout several levels, a number of paths leading to the docks, where about a dozen ships of various sizes were stationed, including one scary looking battleship. Scanning the area, Ivorio saw Marine soldiers scrambling about as the alarm blared, readying themselves for battle. In the opening to the sheltered harbor, Ivorio could see the ocean’s expanse, lit by the orange light of dusk. Glancing over the ships, he spotted a couple that were without a doubt, non-Marine vessels, but even the smallest of them seemed a little large for only two sailors, which complicated things. Hoping Margaret would know a few tricks, Ivor was about to call to her, when a pair of Marines shouted from a little down the path next to him, “Hey! There’s a prisoner up here!”
As the two awaited reinforcements, they drew their blades, looking at the tall, imposing, orange haired pirate hard. Ivorio grinned as they glance to the door he’d come from, as being wary he might flee for it. Deciding to give Margaret a little more time, Ivorio instead went forwards, hopping over the railing with little trouble, landing in the midst of almost half a dozen soldiers, who recoiled in shock as he suddenly entered their range. With a grin, Ivor sprouted two hooks from his palms, spinning in his spot as he flung them outward. The two tendrils whipped out, snagging two unsuspecting Marines by their white, sleeveless uniform shirts, and they were dragged into the air. Ivorio stopped suddenly, one Marine crashing into one who’d been drawing his blade, and the other falling below as Ivor hissed, “Hook Hook Pitch.” Freed from their burdens, the hooks continued their momentum, being stopped as they wrapped around Ivor’s shoulders for a second, before being reeled back in.
One Marine gasped, “W-what the hell? He’s a User?”
Ivor smirked, “Oh yeah, guess I forgot to say something, huh? I ate the Hook Hook Fruit, so I suppose that makes me a Hook human.” Figuring resistance wasn’t too bad, Ivorio looked up at the upper level, calling, “Which one of these is yours?”
Satisfied that he was clear, Ivorio kicked open the door, ducking as he went in, stepping into the harbor. It was partially open to the outside, the ceiling high above where more of the base was. Wooden flooring was split throughout several levels, a number of paths leading to the docks, where about a dozen ships of various sizes were stationed, including one scary looking battleship. Scanning the area, Ivorio saw Marine soldiers scrambling about as the alarm blared, readying themselves for battle. In the opening to the sheltered harbor, Ivorio could see the ocean’s expanse, lit by the orange light of dusk. Glancing over the ships, he spotted a couple that were without a doubt, non-Marine vessels, but even the smallest of them seemed a little large for only two sailors, which complicated things. Hoping Margaret would know a few tricks, Ivor was about to call to her, when a pair of Marines shouted from a little down the path next to him, “Hey! There’s a prisoner up here!”
As the two awaited reinforcements, they drew their blades, looking at the tall, imposing, orange haired pirate hard. Ivorio grinned as they glance to the door he’d come from, as being wary he might flee for it. Deciding to give Margaret a little more time, Ivorio instead went forwards, hopping over the railing with little trouble, landing in the midst of almost half a dozen soldiers, who recoiled in shock as he suddenly entered their range. With a grin, Ivor sprouted two hooks from his palms, spinning in his spot as he flung them outward. The two tendrils whipped out, snagging two unsuspecting Marines by their white, sleeveless uniform shirts, and they were dragged into the air. Ivorio stopped suddenly, one Marine crashing into one who’d been drawing his blade, and the other falling below as Ivor hissed, “Hook Hook Pitch.” Freed from their burdens, the hooks continued their momentum, being stopped as they wrapped around Ivor’s shoulders for a second, before being reeled back in.
One Marine gasped, “W-what the hell? He’s a User?”
Ivor smirked, “Oh yeah, guess I forgot to say something, huh? I ate the Hook Hook Fruit, so I suppose that makes me a Hook human.” Figuring resistance wasn’t too bad, Ivorio looked up at the upper level, calling, “Which one of these is yours?”
Sorry for being a little later than usual, my schedule was stupid. Also, if Margaret can't fight, I was thinking of introducing a doctor next, so that could be a good segue.
With no need for the keys, Ivorio tossed them aside, and they landed just barely within arm’s reach of one of the occupied cells. Ivorio raised an arm, offering his shoulder if need be, before heading off, with Wolf in tow.
The man’s mind racing, he rambled, “Okay, you got a ship, but the Marines probably got your ship, so they probably put it with their ships, in case they needed to...you know, ship, or something.” Looking around the halls, he mumbled, “I guess it’s this way?”
Going down a hallway, he pulled opened a door as he muttered, “Doesn’t really matter, we’ll find it eventually.” As the door creaked open, a sizable number of Marine soldiers could be seen in the armory, gearing up. At the noise from the door, they looked up, locking eyes with Ivorio and Margret in their black and white prison garb. The tall man swiftly closed the door, saying quickly, “Not that way.”
A focused look on his face, Ivor acted quickly, dropping his hands. As they fell, something seemed to come from his wrists: a pair of thick, metal hooks, attached to a sturdy looking black rope. Ivor swung his hands, one hook embedding itself into the wall above the corner of the door, and the other digging into the side crack of the door. Stretching his arms, the black rope seemed to grow from his hand, before each of them ended in another hook, which Ivor promptly dug into the opposite side of the wall, the two ropes crossing over the door. He wasn’t a moment too soon: the Marines on the other side attempted to push the door open, but the one way portal strained against the hooks and ropes. However, the hooks could only dig so far into the wood around the door: it wouldn’t hold for too long.
Ivor led Margaret away, getting some distance as he asked, “Can you fight? I mean, we should be fine, but..."
The man’s mind racing, he rambled, “Okay, you got a ship, but the Marines probably got your ship, so they probably put it with their ships, in case they needed to...you know, ship, or something.” Looking around the halls, he mumbled, “I guess it’s this way?”
Going down a hallway, he pulled opened a door as he muttered, “Doesn’t really matter, we’ll find it eventually.” As the door creaked open, a sizable number of Marine soldiers could be seen in the armory, gearing up. At the noise from the door, they looked up, locking eyes with Ivorio and Margret in their black and white prison garb. The tall man swiftly closed the door, saying quickly, “Not that way.”
A focused look on his face, Ivor acted quickly, dropping his hands. As they fell, something seemed to come from his wrists: a pair of thick, metal hooks, attached to a sturdy looking black rope. Ivor swung his hands, one hook embedding itself into the wall above the corner of the door, and the other digging into the side crack of the door. Stretching his arms, the black rope seemed to grow from his hand, before each of them ended in another hook, which Ivor promptly dug into the opposite side of the wall, the two ropes crossing over the door. He wasn’t a moment too soon: the Marines on the other side attempted to push the door open, but the one way portal strained against the hooks and ropes. However, the hooks could only dig so far into the wood around the door: it wouldn’t hold for too long.
Ivor led Margaret away, getting some distance as he asked, “Can you fight? I mean, we should be fine, but..."
Good to hear!
Anyway, anything in mind for their position? I'd like to be aware so I don't try to come up with anything for someone of the same position, you know?
Anyway, anything in mind for their position? I'd like to be aware so I don't try to come up with anything for someone of the same position, you know?
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