LeavesUpdate to my internet problem: I'll be getting it back up tomorrow at some point. Let's just say I stayed on the phone with my provider for a long time and had to wade through a lot of crap to even get that much done for me when it was supposed to have been a seamless transition when I moved back on Thursday, but hey, it would have been an even longer wait otherwise.
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Update to my internet problem: I'll be getting it back up tomorrow at some point. Let's just say I stayed on the phone with my provider for a long time and had to wade through a lot of crap to even get that much done for me when it was supposed to have been a seamless transition when I moved back on Thursday, but hey, it would have been an even longer wait otherwise.
For @BCTheEntity's next update, I asked him to include a bit from Runch so that the scene can flow better, and my character gets a little something said and done until my moving and internet are up. It's a sorta pseudo collab where I suggested things I wanted to happen, but didn't write any lines myself.
The internet company effed up on my transfer of service with the move. It was supposed to be done on this last Thursday, but now because of the weekend and holiday it's held up until Wednesday. >.> I'm pretty pissed.
The internet company effed up on my transfer of service with the move. It was supposed to be done on this last Thursday, but now because of the weekend and holiday it's held up until Wednesday. >.> I'm pretty pissed.
The internet company effed up on my transfer of service with the move. It was supposed to be done on this last Thursday, but now because of the weekend and holiday it's held up until Wednesday. >.> I'm pretty pissed.
The internet company effed up on my transfer of service with the move. It was supposed to be done on this last Thursday, but now because of the weekend and holiday it's held up until Wednesday. >.> I'm pretty pissed.
Yeah, that's pretty much the long and the short of it. The Jokerz are just a street gang of random punks that fashioned their image after one of the world's worst villains to help inspire fear in their reputation. They're not that big a deal themselves.
@FiroIV Sounds great! I'm just glad you didn't forget about us when waiting for the time skip.
Boone's question fell on deaf ears, as Isuza was already in the process of diving overboard. Quickly the half-breed swam, moving at speeds beyond any normal human being. Then a ship came into sight, and so did Feya, who bumped right into the thing! The ship continued moving forward, completely uncaring of the fitness obsessed physician's roadblock. This didn't sit very well with Feya though, so she took hold of the nearest grip she could snag, and began the long difficult climb up.
Partway up her climb, and mid way through Isuza's dive, three large cylindrical tubes shot outward from the King Crab, leaving behind a streaming trail of bubbles in their wake. Metal, and propelled by... Something, these were unmistakably torpedoes, and they were moving very fast. On an interception course, the half-fishman realized that she could only get to a single torpedo in time. Yet as she moved in to stop one, it felt strangely lighter than such a torpedo should. Then she heard voices from inside and realized that it was not only hollow, but had actual people inside!
Meanwhile, John Krabbe stood at the bow of his ship, the mighty King Crab. "Kookiookiooki! Yes! You will soon be pummeled into submission by my mighty Shrimp Brig-ahwhataretheydoing?!" Before his very spyglass covered eye, the bounty hunter witnessed his target, the Rum Runner, suddenly list violently to the side. Unknown to the pirates aboard the vessel, Dirk's insane strategy of "let go of the helm and let the ship almost sink" turned out to be a fantastic dodging tactic. Of the two boarding torpedoes still on course to hit them, one ended up flying off course. "DAMN THEM!" Krabbe snapped the spyglass in half in his anger, then tossed the two halves aside. "I had heard tale of how crazy Broadsides Boone could be, but to think that he'd actually risk capsizing to avoid a boarding team!"
Of course, the famous bounty hunter couldn't have possibly known that it was a completely unintentional maneuver on the captain's part. Still, it proved effective, at least until Bonesword took the helm and steadied the ship. Invisible to the skeleton kid beneath the ocean's waves, he steadied the Rum Runner back into the path of the third and final boarding torpedo. CRASH! The torpedo struck on the lowest deck, piercing through the hull and sticking halfway through the ship in the midst of all the cargo. It acted as a plug, preventing the ship from taking on water, so thankfully they needn't fear sinking at the moment. However another concern was more prevalent. With an audible hisssss the end of the torpedo depressurized, allowing the five individuals within to escape.
Each one of them was dressed in armor resembling a shrimp or a crayfish, though the armor was colored differently. Strangely, an upbeat rock song played as each one disembarked their torpedo of conveyance, striking a pose with a flourish. "Roar of the sea, Shrimp Brigade Green!" shouted the first, brandishing a trident. "Might of the sun, Shrimp Brigade Yellow!" bellowed the second, swinging a large ball-and-chain. "Strength of earth, Shrimp Brigade Blue!" came next, flexing with a set of spiked knuckles. "Speed of the wind, Shrimp Brigade Violet!" was fourth, posing with two pistols. "Last but not least, Shrimp Brigade Red! Voice of the Heavens!"
"Shrimp Brigade Division A, defenders of justice!" they all cried out at once, striking a final pose together. A few seconds passed and they realized nobody else was in sight... But there was all this alcohol around!
As this was all going on, the two ships continued getting closer together. Now they were each within cannon distance, though only at the very end of cannon range so there was still a fair amount of sea between them. Bonesword's vine, stretching across the open ocean, was nearing its target. Meanwhile, Feya had finished her climb to the top deck of the King Crab. Dozens of men ran about, preparing cannons and special mechanisms, while the man in charge barked out orders and made threats with the large claw adorning his arm. There was no mistaking his identity, not unless she had lived under a rock. John Krabbe "The Vice" was a famous bounty hunter in the South Blue who had never failed to bring in his mark. Now she was on his ship, surrounded by his men. Literally.
"Hey, you're not supposed to be here!" cried out a sailor, pointing at the trespasser. Within seconds Feya found herself set upon by nearly twenty men armed with cutlasses. But Krabbe didn't seem to have noticed. Not yet...
Partway up her climb, and mid way through Isuza's dive, three large cylindrical tubes shot outward from the King Crab, leaving behind a streaming trail of bubbles in their wake. Metal, and propelled by... Something, these were unmistakably torpedoes, and they were moving very fast. On an interception course, the half-fishman realized that she could only get to a single torpedo in time. Yet as she moved in to stop one, it felt strangely lighter than such a torpedo should. Then she heard voices from inside and realized that it was not only hollow, but had actual people inside!
Meanwhile, John Krabbe stood at the bow of his ship, the mighty King Crab. "Kookiookiooki! Yes! You will soon be pummeled into submission by my mighty Shrimp Brig-ahwhataretheydoing?!" Before his very spyglass covered eye, the bounty hunter witnessed his target, the Rum Runner, suddenly list violently to the side. Unknown to the pirates aboard the vessel, Dirk's insane strategy of "let go of the helm and let the ship almost sink" turned out to be a fantastic dodging tactic. Of the two boarding torpedoes still on course to hit them, one ended up flying off course. "DAMN THEM!" Krabbe snapped the spyglass in half in his anger, then tossed the two halves aside. "I had heard tale of how crazy Broadsides Boone could be, but to think that he'd actually risk capsizing to avoid a boarding team!"
Of course, the famous bounty hunter couldn't have possibly known that it was a completely unintentional maneuver on the captain's part. Still, it proved effective, at least until Bonesword took the helm and steadied the ship. Invisible to the skeleton kid beneath the ocean's waves, he steadied the Rum Runner back into the path of the third and final boarding torpedo. CRASH! The torpedo struck on the lowest deck, piercing through the hull and sticking halfway through the ship in the midst of all the cargo. It acted as a plug, preventing the ship from taking on water, so thankfully they needn't fear sinking at the moment. However another concern was more prevalent. With an audible hisssss the end of the torpedo depressurized, allowing the five individuals within to escape.
Each one of them was dressed in armor resembling a shrimp or a crayfish, though the armor was colored differently. Strangely, an upbeat rock song played as each one disembarked their torpedo of conveyance, striking a pose with a flourish. "Roar of the sea, Shrimp Brigade Green!" shouted the first, brandishing a trident. "Might of the sun, Shrimp Brigade Yellow!" bellowed the second, swinging a large ball-and-chain. "Strength of earth, Shrimp Brigade Blue!" came next, flexing with a set of spiked knuckles. "Speed of the wind, Shrimp Brigade Violet!" was fourth, posing with two pistols. "Last but not least, Shrimp Brigade Red! Voice of the Heavens!"
"Shrimp Brigade Division A, defenders of justice!" they all cried out at once, striking a final pose together. A few seconds passed and they realized nobody else was in sight... But there was all this alcohol around!
As this was all going on, the two ships continued getting closer together. Now they were each within cannon distance, though only at the very end of cannon range so there was still a fair amount of sea between them. Bonesword's vine, stretching across the open ocean, was nearing its target. Meanwhile, Feya had finished her climb to the top deck of the King Crab. Dozens of men ran about, preparing cannons and special mechanisms, while the man in charge barked out orders and made threats with the large claw adorning his arm. There was no mistaking his identity, not unless she had lived under a rock. John Krabbe "The Vice" was a famous bounty hunter in the South Blue who had never failed to bring in his mark. Now she was on his ship, surrounded by his men. Literally.
"Hey, you're not supposed to be here!" cried out a sailor, pointing at the trespasser. Within seconds Feya found herself set upon by nearly twenty men armed with cutlasses. But Krabbe didn't seem to have noticed. Not yet...
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